75 years ago, my mom was born.

Her beginning years were extremely tumultuous and uncertain.

My grandmother was very young, still a teenager when she had my mom.

Due to circumstances, my mom ended up living with her grandmother and being raised by her.

I am so thankful for my great grandmother for stepping in and stepping up.

Her faith and foundation helped shaped my mom into who she is today.

Yesterday as we were driving the back roads to church, we passed the neighborhood where we used to live. As in, the 'hood we just moved from about 3 months ago.

I wasn't prepared for the punch in the stomach feeling that hit me. My insides felt queasy and I could feel a lump the size of a Fall pumpkin forming in my throat.

My daughter was the first to say it. "I miss this place, Momma. Why did we move?"

Many years ago, I was walking with my friend, Vicky.

Vicky was one of the biggest prayer warriors I had ever known. Every time we walked, we would pray the whole entire time!

This was all kind of new to me at this point in my life.

I was fascinated that this woman seemed to pray every moment of every day!