A mother’s love is beyond understanding.
Every day our ward is filled with little bodies waiting for healing, and every day I see mothers serving their children with all of their hearts. They wait and hope with anticipation for the day when they return home with a child who has a future they could never have imagined. While they are here I get the chance to observe them, know them, and fall in love with them.
These moms continually encourage and serve one another.
They come from all over Zambia, sometimes even Zimbabwe, and find solace in a community that truly understands them and knows exactly what they are going through. This comfort goes beyond the boundaries of language, tribe, and socio-economic status. I have loved observing the moms in the ward and am encouraged by the bonds they have formed with each other. They model service, love, encouragement, and sacrifice on a daily basis.
What I’ve realized over these past few months is that these moms have changed me. They’ve challenged me. And hopefully, they’ve made me a little better. I’ve gotten to cry when them on hard days, laugh with them when the world seems right, and worship our Creator with them, even when I don’t know the language they speak. I am so blessed to have been a part of their journey and thankful that they have been a part of mine.
“So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:13
“Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.”
1 Thessalonians 5:11
“Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow.”