Why Her Choice Mattered More Than Words Could Say Before she left Monday morning, she hugged me and whispered: “Thank you for everything. Your discipleship lessons and mentorship put me on this path.”I had no words. Just a full heart. She drove away, but something stayed behind—a quiet affirmation that what we do in faith, however small it may seem at the time, echoes for decades.
A wonderful testimony, and an encouragement to continue sowing THE seed.
Thanks Mark, my hope is my substack post will convey the encouragement I got from
Annette's visit and maybe be the catalyst for reaaders to find ways to connect with the early influencers of their faith.