03.01.26
Reflecting On The Women Who Built Me
Women’s History celebrated in March always invites me to pause, breathe, and to look back at the women whose fingerprints are still on my life — some known by millions, others known only by the few they quietly served. In other words, Women’s History Month isn’t just about the names in textbooks, it’s about the women who shaped our character long before we understood the gift they were giving us.
When I think about the woman I’ve become — the way I lead, the way I love, the way I stand firm in faith — I see the faces of three women who built me in ways I’m still discovering.
The Sunday School Teacher Who Planted My Faith
My Sunday School teacher was not famous, nor did she have a platform, but she had a Bible that was soft around the edges and a heart that made every person feel like they mattered. I remember the way she told stories — not as lessons to memorize, but as invitations to know God for ourselves. She taught me that faith wasn’t something you performed; it was something you lived. She saw potential in me before I had language for purpose.
Her influence didn’t come from a microphone. It came from consistently modeling love for God, and strength of conviction. She was a wife, a mother, and a courageous leader. She planted seeds in me that would grow into the faith I lean on today.
The Business Woman Who Modeled Strength and Strategy
Later in life, another woman stepped into my story — a businesswoman whose presence commanded a room without raising her voice. She showed me how to navigate spaces that weren’t designed with us in mind. She taught me that preparation is power, that integrity is non‑negotiable, and that leadership isn’t about being the loudest — it’s about being the clearest. Watching her taught me how to carry myself in professional spaces with confidence, with discernment, and with a backbone wrapped in grace. She didn’t just teach me how to work. She taught me how to stand.
Corrie ten Boom — The Woman Who Showed Me Courage Under Fire
A woman whose story reached across time and touched my spirit in a way few stories ever have. Her courage wasn’t theoretical. It was tested in the darkest corners of human history and she risked everything to protect others. As the world broke around her, she held onto faith like it was oxygen. Her story didn’t just inspire me — it shaped the way I walk through adversity, the way I cling to purpose, and the way I choose hope over bitterness.
Corrie showed me what it looks like to trust God when nothing makes sense. Yet, she forgave when forgiveness felt impossible and believed that light can still break through even when the night is long. Her life taught me that courage isn’t the absence of fear; it’s obedience in the face of it.
The Legacy I Carry Forward
These women — one ordinary, one professional, one historic — built me in ways they may never know.