Finding Christ
I don’t remember when I didn’t have Jesus in my heart. I grew up in the Church, surrounded by family and friends who loved the LORD.
I remember my white graduation cap and gown when I moved from preschool to kindergarten Sunday school classes. My grandmother was in charge. I was moving up from preschool to kindergarten.
My grandmothers and mother dedicated their lives in service to Christ. What I remember and appreciate most was not the telling, but the living. My maternal grandmother spent hour upon hour sewing children’s clothing from scraps for the missionary barrels our church would send overseas. We had a godly home with an emphasis on participating in our local church.
I remember being in Missionettes and getting baptized with all my friends.
The women of my family, on both sides, dedicated their lives to remaining faithful to their husbands, rearing godly children, and running wonderful homes. Their seemingly mundane, ordinary lives enabled their families to touch the world.
My goal has been to emulate the example of these extraordinary women and to pass my faith on to my daughters. My heart is grateful for such great witnesses. The women who molded my life deserve their heavenly rewards.
By Marilyn
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