To be half saved, half the time, my mother just wasn't your ordinary run of the mill heathen. I find that boundaries exist even when you feel you want to cross them. I am a firm believer that everybody should have something that they won't do just for the sake of the discipline. My mother did not wear shorts or halter tops. She went to church every Sunday. My mother lied about being married because she was ashamed of not being married. My mother never wore short skirts or anything that made her look like a woman of the night. She would fall over dead again if she saw my lips painted bright red. My mother always respected pastors and the elderly. She never disagreed in their presence. Whatever she said was not in their hearing. My mother called any woman older than her, Ma'am and she never took car rides from men. My mother struggled in God, yet she still had some dignity about what she would and would not do. I think we can learn something from that.......
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