I was reminded this last weekend of how a mother's love is woven so deep into their being that it is connected to their very existence. In a discussion about children who destroy their own lives through their choices, I saw a number of mothers in the room be overcome with pain. It seemed that their souls were being torn open. They seemed to be in a quiet agony. That type of love is the closest thing to godliness I have ever seen. It was both beautiful and devastating to witness.