Guestbook
Thinking of dear Bethany, as I’ve thought of her many times—too many to count—over the years.
Bethany—When you were just 13 and I was merely 27, I enjoyed our discipleship times in my 3rd grade classroom at MRCA. I did indeed desire that that dirty carpet would be, at least for an hour or so each Thursday afternoon, “holy ground” as our group met to laugh, share, and pray.
How was I to know then that it wasn’t so much what I taught you but what you would teach me—are teaching me still.
I know that you prayed for me too, dear Bethany, as I shared my heart poured out with longing for children. And you and the others in our group rejoiced with me when our Ian came along the following year. I know your prayers for me were heard.
Now, as a mother of two grown sons and an 11-year-old daughter, I understand even more how important your story is. You were and continue to be such a bright light. I pray that my daughter will have such a love for Jesus as you demonstrated for your 18 years.
Love you and continue to be so thankful for you, dear Bethany.
Bethany—When you were just 13 and I was merely 27, I enjoyed our discipleship times in my 3rd grade classroom at MRCA. I did indeed desire that that dirty carpet would be, at least for an hour or so each Thursday afternoon, “holy ground” as our group met to laugh, share, and pray.
How was I to know then that it wasn’t so much what I taught you but what you would teach me—are teaching me still.
I know that you prayed for me too, dear Bethany, as I shared my heart poured out with longing for children. And you and the others in our group rejoiced with me when our Ian came along the following year. I know your prayers for me were heard.
Now, as a mother of two grown sons and an 11-year-old daughter, I understand even more how important your story is. You were and continue to be such a bright light. I pray that my daughter will have such a love for Jesus as you demonstrated for your 18 years.
Love you and continue to be so thankful for you, dear Bethany.


