There is a funny story I like to tell about my mama’s persistence. Since it is my story, I’ll repeat it here:

Isaiah 55:11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

Elizabeth Sharplin

My mom used to contact the Navigators, an international Christian outreach ministry to college campuses, military bases, inner cities, prisons, and youth camps, whenever my hubby and I were…well, anywhere.

In 1980 I got married and was living in Holland. We had just moved into a Dutch townhouse when a skinny little blonde woman knocked on my door. “You don’t know me but your Mom called our organization, The Navigators. . .”

Then we were sent to Oklahoma and had just gotten moved into a tiny little rental house behind a park. A big burly seargent came to our door and said, “You don’t know me but your Mom called . . .”

Then we were transferred to Texas where we moved into an even tinier little trailer way out in the woods. One day a tall brunette knocked on my door. “You don’t know me but your Mom called . . .”

And then their were the devotionals that just kept coming:
“Daily Walk”, “Closer Walk”, “Family Walk”

The Navigators continue to minister in many areas on the world wide web so if you are a Mama and need a little help: View ways to grow at their website: Grow -The Navigators

Now Allen and I are both maturing Christians who never give up on our children. Thanks, Mama.