For much of my life, I've tried to believe my mother.

For the first time in her life, she could not believe her mother.

The youngest child believed her mother to be dead.

No, I don't believe my mother was depressed or even had a death wish.

"Do you really believe my mother would do this for me?"

She was raised among them, believing her mother to be dead.

We believe your mother and her associates are planning some sort of violent action against this country.

"Who are you going to believe, a woman you hardly know or your own mother?"

After listening to all her questions, the salesman finally asked, "What's the matter, don't you believe your mother?"

How could he have believed his mother when she said the kingdom of God was in him and all around him?