Three Little Pots

“Her children rise up and bless her…”  (Prov. 31:28a)

         When I was a little girl, summertime Sunday dinners always, always, always included mashed potatoes, homemade buttermilk biscuits, and sweet iced tea. It was my job to gather sprigs of mint for the tea from a bed of spearmint Mother had planted around an outdoor faucet.

         For Mother's Day this year, my precious daughter and two sons gave me three little pots of mint and a note:

                   “We are so thankful that God mint for you to be our mother.”

This mother was highly blessed!