Hello friends, Ann here.

I've been a little quiet the last two weeks as my mum has been visiting from England.

My Mum is a woman of faith. And having a fellow woman of faith in my house has been wonderful.

My Mum grew up in a home with religious -- but-not-on-fire -- parents. Yet, at the age of 19 she began to study the Bible and ask God questions. A few weeks after that she was lying in bed one night and 'sensed' the hand of Jesus come down to meet her in bed, and her arm lift up to reach his.

She has never walked away since. And she has a feistiness in her for HIM.

She prayed for me and my two brothers, for years, often single-handedly, as she was a single mother for a while; and she watched us each wallow in faithlessness. I was the first of her three children to turn to God, in my late thirties.

"You never walked away from Him, did you?" I said one day, as we sat in the sunshine of my outdoor yard. "No, though some periods of time I felt closer to him than others."

I admire that perseverance and longevity.

What's more, my Mum carries the spirit of Jesus in great measure. She serves like crazy when she's in our house.

"Your Mum's a great guest," Bryce said last night, and I can tell you he doesn't give compliments like that often.

Her children rise up and call her blessed (Proverbs 31:28)

So yes, that's what we've been up to. Mum is now on a plane safely flying back to London, and it's time for me to pick up and think about what to write next on this blog.

I want to carry on with our Tim Keller marriage series, which we started a while ago. So I'll get writing over the weekend.

My friends, did you have a praying parent? Or a grandparent? Who prayed for you? I'd love to hear about how your faith legacy has looked. 

Love

Ann