It's International Women's Day today. And I would give anything to have the most important woman in my life back. It's also exactly two months since she left us, but the pain is as real and visceral as it was that day. My mom was not and will never be famous. She didn't change the world, open new doors, knock down walls. She was the definition of quiet stability. She was the embodiment of strength. In 1991, with three young children and a traveling husband, and living on the mission field, she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. And she prayed, not only for her own healing, but more than that that she would first and foremost bring glory to God, and secondly, that she would be there for her kids. This incredible woman had devoted herself to her God, her husband, and her children, knowing that her purpose was not to make a name for herself, but to live and breathe Jesus regardless of her circumstances. She created a warm and ...
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