Last night I was chatting via text with a friend. Someone very close to her had passed away and she was there for the funeral. She said, “To everyone else he was something else, but to me…..he was a hero.”. This statement has resonated with me all night long. And this morning I feel like this is so true..we all need a hero….or many heroes!
My sweet friend....my hero.
Last week was the birthday of one of my best friends in this world. Only problem is that she is no longer a part of this world. She died last year. She was one of my heroes. We met only 3 weeks after my second son was born. I was 18 and she was 22! She took me under her wing and became my best friend. She loved me unconditionally and we had a blast doing life together! She is the one that led me to Christ. She is the one that showed me what it looked like to walk with Him! She became a part of my family. When the boys died…..she is the one that came and slept in my bed and held me when I cried! I miss her….but will try to be like her with the rest of this life I have been given.
Two of my biggest heroes!
Here are two more of my heroes. They are some of the strongest women I know. The one in the middle is my little sister. And the one in the hat is my mom. Both of them have battled breast cancer. My mom’s first battle was when she was 31. I was in 5th grade and my sister was only 2. Mom had a horrible reaction to her chemo but she battled with grace and strength. Then, at 47 she faced her second battle. And again, at 49 she faced another battle. This would be the battle she fought the hardest. The one they said would only last six months…but she made last a year and nine months! This is the battle that took her life…
And my sweet sister….at 28 diagnosed with breast cancer. She is now a six year survivor and the biggest and best advocate this world has EVER seen. While walking through her battle with cancer she has reached out and helped so many other women and families…I can’t even begin to tell you! I think that she is one of the bravest women out there. I have even heard her say that it isn’t so much that she is glad God gave her breast cancer…but she is thankful for the ministry she has now because she had breast cancer. Talk about strong! She has allowed God to shine through her and she is the biggest fighter I know.
I could go on and on….about these and other heroes in my life. I have many more friends I could share their stories with you….But just one more….
God is my hero. The day my boys died I had so many people at my parents house with outstretched arms and tears to share with mine. And I love each one of them for it. But by that evening….I had to get away. I had to go and be with my Father. I was able to go into a room by myself….light some candles and just talk to God. Because He understood my pain. He had lost a son too. He knew my heartache and my pain. He wanted to hold me and to share His tears with mine. He lost His son….by His choice. To make up for everything that we would do…..to make a bridge so that our sins would not keep us from Him…so that He could hold us and we could have assurance that we would all be with Him again some day. He loves us that much……..now THAT is my hero.
There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go… ~Frederick W. Faber
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