This is my newest article for Risen Motherhood. You can read the entire article here.
I was crying at lunch again. My children continued crunching on their carrots, the hollow sound cutting the silence as I tried to gather myself. They were unfazed by my tears; months of the same had worn down their initial concern.
The tears were Adoniram Judson’s fault this time. Last month, they’d been because of Lottie Moon. Never mind that both Adoniram and Lottie had died well over a hundred years ago; never mind that I had no personal connection to their families. I was crying because their faith was so beautiful and so challenging that my only response was tears of gratitude and conviction.
Adoniram Judson, Lottie Moon, Hudson Taylor, Lillian Trasher—these and a dozen other missionaries were only names I’d vaguely heard about a few years ago. But since reading missionary biographies aloud over lunch for the last several years, these men and women have become some of my most cherished heroes—models of faith who spur me on in my own walk with Christ.
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