When I brought home the first semester's books and course outlines, I sat in the chair at my little desk. With trembling fingers, I opened my history book and began to read the first chapter. Suddenly, I looked over at the chair she used to sit in. It was empty, but my heart was full.
Mom's prayers still followed me. I could feel her presence. I could sense her faith.
In my graduation testimony I said,“Many people had a part in making Bible college a success for me. The person who helped me most is watching from Heaven tonight. To her I say,‘Thank you, Mom, for having faith in God and faith in me. You will always be with me.’”