Mutti, the German word for Mother, is what I affectionately call my Mom. My Mutti was the one who loved me when I was the most unlovable, stood by me during my darkest days and encouraged me through my lowest moments. She was the one who consistently portrayed the love of Jesus to me. She was the one who prayed, “Whatever it takes, Lord, bring Diane to the cross.” She rejoiced when I was baptized, and she continues to understand me in ways few can. How I love her!

Weeks after Arnold and I accepted our call to the mission field, Mutti was diagnosed with cancer. God gave me the privilege of being with her throughout her grueling six weeks of radiation and chemotherapy. We prayed through every side effect and enjoyed each precious moment together. A year later, the cancer has returned. Mutti has chosen an alternative approach instead of invasive surgery. I support her choice just as she has always supported my choices.

Throughout this process, God has amazed us with His sweet peace, and the promises of His Word have come alive. “I know Whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day” (2 Tim. 1:12). This verse is my lifeline. I trust my all-powerful God. He has allowed this in our lives for a purpose that only He sees. Thoughts from the Mount of Blessing, p. 71, says, “Nothing befell Christ but that which infinite love permitted for the blessing of the world. Here was His source of comfort, and it is for us.” What a source of comfort He truly is!

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