Look through the tree branches, in the center of the picture you will see a speck of baby blue – that is my Mother, walking up the street! I am so proud of her!
Look through the tree branches, in the center of the picture you will see a speck of baby blue – that is my Mother, walking up the street! I am so proud of her!
Tags: Mother, Stella Mosqueda
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To read the story of how my parents met and began their ministry:
“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“I know of only one duty, and that is to love.”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”