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Not everyone can step into someone else’s life the way Donna did in mine. But oftentimes it’s the small acts of encouragement that can be life-giving to a tired mama. Donna was a living example of a Titus 2 woman and showed me how intentional help and kindness can impact someone’s life forever even if it’s just for a season. In living out her role as an older woman training a younger woman, she affected our family for eternity. When my season of life changes and my kids are grown, I hope I can be a Mary Poppins for a young mom like Donna was to me.
It felt like a bad dream the day we were told my husband had Multiple Sclerosis. I questioned God, tried to reason with Him, and cried more tears than I thought was humanly possible. Heartbreakingly, the diagnosis remained the same. I prayed on good days and on bad days. Some days I vowed I would not pray again, but I did. There were days my faith was strong and days my faith was weak. Other days I felt I had no faith at all. There were days when I was boldly confident in the God I serve and other days when I wrestled if there was a God at all.
The young girl me believed God’s word, began to listen for and obey His voice. Just as His word says, my life has not been perfect, but it has been fruitful. Today, I am blessed to be an Anna Mae of sorts to many little girls, as I write of the truth of God’s love for them. Anna Mae had no training whatsoever in music. She was simply a woman who loved God and loved kids. I am the woman I am today partly because of her simple love offering.
As the costumed group approached our yard, it was clear that we wouldn’t have enough treats. I scrambled in the front door and up to the kitchen where I dug out the few candy bars from our stash of personal favorites. I ran back and tossed them into the basket, just as a group of 8 or 10 children arrived at the door. Even with the sacrifice of sweets we had hoped to savor later, we barely had enough.