She isn't blood. She's family.
My brother's African mother — and over the years, family to all of us, and to hundreds of people around the world who've felt her heart.
She turned her own backyard into a neighborhood school. A place where local kids could feel safe, supported, and welcome, no matter what was happening at home.
She's known as the best cook in the world — not because the food was fancy, but because she made sure everyone around her was fed and cared for. She gives first. Always.
She's wholehearted with the Lord, and she's spent her life pouring into her community without ever asking what she'd get back.

Every birthday. Every child. Every time.





