by Sandra Forbes
Not too long ago, I was called upon to care for, serve, and suffer with Christ Himself. Christ came in the form of my mother, who was dying of cancer. I walked along with Christ Himself as if He were once again carrying His cross to Calvary. What could I do? How could I help Him? Could I STOP this? I loved Him so much and yet my love could not take away the cancerous cross that He carried.

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