A statement of the Secure Sufferer:
Safety is not the first priority of the Saint, neither are happiness, security, or fun.
We are of the courageous people, the overcomes. Our lineage is long and bloody...
Those who part the sea while the enemy attacks, who cross the river while it is in flood, who step out onto the water in the middle of the storm, who are tempted while fasting... Who understand the times and who know what the whole Church ought to do. Who do not camp on any single doctrine, who do not split, divide and criticize. Who love hard and united.
We are those who’s suffering has replaced sentiment and sympathy with the empathy of Christ.

Happy Mother’s Day - A Poem by BG White:

a mother

the one who held you tight as you cried at night

the one who kissed you true when you were sad and blue

the one who brushed your tears and calmed all your fears

the one who held your hand and walked you through the strange lands

the one who scolded you first to save you from your hurtful thrist

the one who caressed your cheek after your awful week

the one who fought in your place to help you save face

the one who worked for hours to keep your belly from sour

the one who never slept just to keep your house all kept

A mother is one whose work is never done, she may seem tired and worn but 
her Love burns like a furnace, churning because God has placed an ember of 
His own Love within her for her children. It can not be quenched. 
That is why we long for the touch of our mothers, the voice of our mothers
the tender words we long to hear as we need and reach out for her.