My hero’s

My hero’s come in unlikely forms. They do not possess superhuman strenth, which is what makes them so amazing.

My daughter Alexis is one of my Hero’s; she is kind, and pure, forgiving, compassionate and soft.  She is patient beyond what I can even understand.  She will listen to her little brother’s babble on for hours about everything and nothing, and give them all of her attention as if it is the most important conversation she has ever had.
  She has compassion for the hurting and comforts the wounded.  She always put others first.
  She suffers no apparent insecurity and can laugh at herself…her love is long suffering.  I want to be like her when I grow up.

Linda is my dearest friend; we have been friends since I was a new mother.  She has weathered all of lives storms with me, although we have lived in different states our entire friendship. In a world full of mostly insecure and petty females, Linda taught me what it meant to be a true friend.  She is never judgmental; she loves me unconditionally and has never let me out of her grasp.  She truly wants me to be the best I can be, and she is willing to lie down and let me step on her back so I can grow as a woman.  In thirteen years of friendship I have never seen a selfish motive in her. She has been a mentor, a sister, a confidante and a wonderful friend.  She is wise and beautiful, and I want to be like her when I grow up.

My savior loved the unlovely, the unlikable, the obnoxious; He loved and forgave his accusers, the ones who spit on His open wounds.  He had compassion for the evil, the mentally disturbed, and the hate filled enemy.  He was strong, he was all man and all God, and turned from sin his whole life.  He choose the difficult road when he could have called down Heaven and stopped the pain and agony.  He honored His Father and Mother, and most importantly His call.  He was alone and scared in the garden, but He never forgot who He was and Who held His future.  He loved me, more than His life; He loved the darkest sinner more than His own life.  He stayed steady and stayed true regardless of the opposition regardless of the pain.
  He experienced betrayal, disappointment, abandonment and sadness.
  There was no human emotion He did not have to face.
 
 He wept like I do, yet He looked to the Father always. He is good, kind and true.  I want to be like Him when I grow up.