I was a regular Christian girl growing up in America. I did chores, headed off to school, came home, did homework, ate with my family and helped with the dishes.
When I was 11, God loved me enough to turn my world upside down, to force our family out of our typical Christian life, to cause us to reevaluate goals and focus on priorities. When I was 11 God poured out the blessing of cancer.
My mother was 35 years old and pregnant with her fifth child when the doctors said, “Six more months”.
What do you do with your last six months?
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