When I was 18 years old, I lost my mother to breast cancer.
Prior to the day her spirit left this earth, she had been my confidant, my role
model, my best friend. Saying goodbye to her was probably the hardest thing
I’ve ever had to do in my life.
Shortly after her death I became aware of this nagging void
in my life, an urge to attach myself to any woman that could offer me anything
remotely close to what I had with my mother. To be the recipient of the outpourings of someone's heart for years only to have it abruptly end one day can leave anyone quite bewildered.
Iron sharpening iron
During that season of my life, God
connected me with a dear friend and mentor who was the faculty advisor for the
campus ministry I was involved with. She was only ten years older than me, but she had a strong
relationship with the Lord and a love for

