Happy Women’s History Month!
Throughout the world, March is designated as a time of recognition and celebration that honors women who have made this world a better place. Some we know by name. Some are unnamed. Perhaps this month would also be a good time to pause and reflect on the women who have made our personal lives a better place. They are the women who are imprinted on our hearts.
Sometimes I take for granted the women who are essential and irreplaceable in my life. Through recent months, I have come to a deeper awareness of the compassion, faithful presence, steady prayer, constant love, gentle hearts and deep faith of women who have been my companions through a difficult time. They are the healing and loving presence of Jesus in my life.
Who are my SHE-roes? What are some of the gifts my SHE-roes bring into my life every day?
> They are women who speak with me about our love for Jesus. Prayer is a daily priority for us. Our conversations build up one another and others. We do not gossip.
> They are women who stay with me in my pain and suffering, who grieve with me, who rejoice and laugh with me.
> They are women who speak the truth and who are true to their values. They love me unconditionally even when I stumble in loving them well. They always inspire and invite me to be my best self.
During this month I am pausing to celebrate and give special honor to the SHE-roes in my life. I will bring each woman by name to my daily prayer, write a note of gratitude and affirmation, extend an invitation to lunch, spend time together. I pledge to tell every one of my SHE-roes she is essential and irreplaceable in my heart.
Who are your SHE-roes you will honor and celebrate this month?
-Sandy Setterlund
Mother’s are the strength that lies behind! No one can disagree with what was said. Being a hero is a bystander word, never claimed by oneself. The process involves comparison. We can compare with others or with the ultimate woman, the mother of Jesus. Those that silently serve are the ultimate hero’s, Men strive and stumble and if they have achieved something of value, they return home to thank the mother that nurtured them. Mother’s are the first LOVE. (I’m merely a guy writing this, my mother died when I was young, I adopted Mary).