My mama sewed most of my clothes when I was growing up. I was proud of the dresses that she made me. She even lovingly made my wedding dress. Her designs were intricate and beautiful. She knew my body and my thoughts—my likes and my dislikes.
The Word of God would have been extinguished thousands of years ago if not for parents passing faith down to their children. “Her children arise and call her blessed…” (Proverbs 31:28) is the legacy of a mother who has put Christ in the center of her heart and home, and who has led her children to fall in love with Him.
The conversation I had with the other team members on Voxer was a morbid one. Our ministry leader’s aunt passed away, and the funeral was scheduled the day after she and her husband were set to leave for their long-planned vacation to celebrate his retirement. Should they go on their trip or cancel to attend the funeral?
So many times, we examine the spiritual giants of the Bible and the highlight reel where God shows us His great power working through them. Still, most of their days, they were feeding their people and animals, just like us. As I began feeling called to “home missions” at age 17 through foster care and adoption, I felt God asking me to offer up my most precious resource: my family.
I’d spent the morning shoulder-to-shoulder with hundreds of women. We were woken up by worship music, then taught with the word and prayed over. Loved was how I’d describe the aftermath. The speakers touched our hearts and heads, and the organizers cared for our every need.