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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

My mother

One of the strongest, most determined women I know. And funny. My mother. 

A devoted follower of Christ. And gifted teacher. Mom and grandmother (Nani).

Countless are the ways her life impacts mine. And every time I try to put it down on paper, I fall short of words. 

But we’re celebrating her 90th birthday this week.

So, here goes. Some personal thoughts and memories. 

O give thanks to the Lord, Mom. Great things He has done!

My mother. 2021.
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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Wilderness

Wilderness. When the voice of the Beloved is silent. And the Word—so full of rivers and streams—feels like desert. 

I remember thirst. And crying out. In a dark night of the soul. Longing for His instruction.

In the mornings, I waited. Asking. 

Are You there? Can You hear me?

Wilderness. Image by Martino Pietropoli on Unsplash.
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Devotional Making Disciples Memoir

Take the time

My mother tells the story. Her dad was going blind. So every morning she or her sister would stop by the home where he stayed. And read the Bible to him. 

One particular day, Mom was in a hurry. On a tight schedule. She rushed in with no time to spare. Out of breath and talking fast. “So, Daddy, which chapter do you want me to read today?”

In his slow Southern drawl, Grandaddy said “Well, how about Psalm 119?” 

Me perched between my two grandfathers. Waxing eloquent, I’m sure.