My mother, Judie, she accomplished much with little. Gave birth to 7 children, raised 6 of us with little to no help from their father. Often working 3 jobs to make ends meet and keep us off welfare and from being removed from our home. All the while, through her dedication to her children, never knowing that she was instilling in me that, as a women, you can achieve what ever you want – you just have to put your everything in it. She did that up until her very young death – age 48.

My grandmother, Martha, worked for GM all of her life. Always helping my mother with food or bills or taking us in when we had no place to go. She too, died too young – at 70. She remarried a man who I always knew as my grandfather – Mack. He was pretty much the only good male figure I ever knew. Sad! My great-grandfather was a great man too, just didn’t know him much. He gave me something, though I must admit I have today that is why I am able to survive such a devastating loss and that is Christ. My great grandparents were strong in faith and were very simple people.

In reading a passage from Beth Moore’s book Praying for God’s Word, I came across something I wanted to share that will possibly, in some way, give you a glimpse of how I am able to breathe, survive and have hope….

until next time,