Warmth or rudeness, it has to be cooked inside you so they can a platable (expressible) affect when let out. Mother is the best word that comes closest to warmth, mothers are like angels that want no reward and need no reward.

God created mothers in the image of Mary, so sweetness is forever associated with it. Alright, let’s make this one about mothers.

There’s not enough thankfulness in the world. Not enough to repay to a loving mom, that loves and loves you with heart and wholeness. Mother, a name of care. If all brands in the world are collected to make one and such groups are organized according to people’s vote, mothers will win the championship.

I don’t understand how mothers manage to distrubute their love equally among all the children. I’ve see no one more confused than mothers when asked which of your child do you love the most. I’m beloved most of my parents, so I know how love is really infused. I’ve studied it. Children can be nutjob, but mothers still have courage to love and support them.

To measure the love of a mother is like measuring the measure of love. What’s the best expression for mothers? “Mothers make the world.” In the oriental places, not being breastfed could follow you like a curse all your life. At any place you’ll come to face a contender and he be like, “come face me if you have drunk you mother’s milk.”

Anyways, that’s just an oriental expression. I wonder what it really means… other than come face me if you have inherited the warmth, love and kindness of your mother. Which shoulda been the real… Stupid oriental philosophy, always flips the meanings of things.

Calling people to put fight in the name of mothers, what have we learned from all these years. And I’ve also heard, come fight me if you are your father’s son. Ever since I turned Christian, father’s stuck on me like the word that won’t go to hell. Which one man, the worldy or the heavenly, cause I’m dead sure, the heavenly is not fond of punching people, cause as T.S Eliot has said, the world may not end with a bang but with a whisper.

If you are your father’s son and you must fight, it only tells about the bad record of your father and your upbringing. Why can’t you be just nice, put a cushion under your neck and sleep like dog? Why do you hate peace so much, right? Yeah, there’s a frosty side, I can do frost bites, but why when I just know the truth… that how it will pay out.

Go to hell and back, then dare to kill a bee. Go to heaven and back, dare not to love a loving human being. I’m not keeping my cool for others, but for peace of my own mind and my own heaven. Buy your own ticket, why should I waste mine, the holy father was not kind to his own son when it came to principles, where do I stand in the long like… in the last.

Alright, we tripped off the topic again, sorry ma, it was supposed to be all about you. So yeah, I’ve blessings of milky way, the mother galaxy, her warmth and kindness. I may fail to show it, but I made sure good people know it. Wear a kind face when you shoot me with a gun, cause ego hurts bad equally everyone my son.

Where’s the ego of mothers? Looking at my maa, she doesn’t have an ego, but her resolve and resilience makes my bones down to my bones. A rare austerity that I don’t understand. I can never afford to be a bad boy in her eyes. Moms, epitome of love and respect.

I’ve seen the world. All human beings have a brittle heart and it takes little to a nice person into harsh one. Gathered repeated wounds, any heart can fall cold. That’s why I believe in good lord Jesus, it takes mighty to win the love of people. I tried traveling on his path, turns out it’s just too much. I’m better off myself, just a humble follower.

In every mother is the face of Mary, mother Teresa, and so many. Never be harsh to anyone’s mother. God have mercy on soul that tyrannize children in the full view of mothers. Sometimes I think it wasn’t Christ’s Holiness that held him so high on fame, but his mother’s awe for his son, and the prayers that went straight up to God.

I know, caring for your mother is a virtue that God greatly appreciates (planning another test? expect iron claws). Thanks God I’m out of competitions and comparison, those who’ve always danced in this danced have brought themselves to nowhere but damnation.

O sweet Mary, your sweetness is too much. Pray for all your children, with your kind heart, so Christianity may prevail and win the world through good old rules of way giving and good guideship. Going through tribulation of life is nothing when you are alone, going with your family is the charm.

I’ve a heart that’ll always burn for Christian families, those suffering and in need. And all those in need, cause what else can we do man. Journalists take photographs and tell stories of people, writers take photographs of expressions and tell the tale in their own way. Except that lens of writers is not limited by scope or vision. And three sixty means you as a writer also tend to spill in your own picture, so sorry if you caught my thumb in the photo, that would most certainly be a thumbs up to all the good people in the world.

When your heart burns for other people, let it burn, it’s a good flame, you won’t be able to do anything but God will always be witness of your good will. I mean who knows, here we are doing all the great things in the universe with all of our great ambitions and at some corner, God’s only checking out the knob and how it fluctuates between warm and what-the…

What nations want is people that can make difference, be vocal about it, action-people. Where to get that perfection people, the world is action and reaction people. Childish words in a mature perons think, but there’s always a good place for welcoming throught in my universe.

I guess this is the best place to put a cap on it. The world won’t change, it doesn’t mean we’ll stop bringing to the table what we can as Christians. Who else to credit but what’s at heart what makes it too soft. Life is a swim through moods, rudes, dummies and dudes. We gotta keep it going, the cool shoots. Wiki out, thanks for tuning in.