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My Mother's Daughter




December 29, 2012

"This is the day that the Lord hath made I will rejoice and be glad in it."  - Psalms 118:24

Finally, uniquely inspired by God I have  found my way once again, to publish
Unique Inspiration.
It's bittersweet really.  It has taken a lifetime to get to this place.  I believe
that life does happen in order and with faith in the Lord we can trust Him to
direct our steps.  Well today, I stepped up the BLOG steps.  Me, I am my
Mother's Daughter.  How I wish I could call her and say, "Ma I did it, and
give her instructions how to access the blog."  However, on September 16, 2012
Ma passed away, the result of a massive stroke.  Therefore, I whisper a prayer
trusting that through faith her view is heavenly.

The message here.  Do what you have been inspired to do and trust that the Lord who
planted the vision will see you through each step of the way.  Each dream, each goal that
I reflect upon throughout my life, those realized and those that were re-directed I can see
the hand of God.  More often than not the hands appeared in the likeness of my Mother's
hands.  Through her love God pushed me or nudged me when necessary, by her hands.
Using her hands, illustrated by her love God encouraged me through her hugs or her applause
when I succeeded.  Today as I type and look down at my hands they look so much like Ma's.
I am "My Mother's Daughter."

God bless!

Sis. Stephanie D. K. Tyus

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