Jenny Mondloch, abstract artist.

If you’re reading this, perhaps you’re facing your own mountain that seems impossible to climb, or maybe you’re a parent wondering how you’ll protect your children while fighting your own battles. I want you to know that when I was twenty-six, battling cancer as a single mother to my nine and seven-year-old boys, abandoned by their father and unsupported by my own parents, I felt more alone than I thought humanly possible. There were nights I cried not just from physical pain, but from the terror of leaving my children without anyone. But in that darkness, I discovered that a mother’s love combined with faith in God creates a strength that defies every medical prediction and human limitation. Yes, I fought with everything I had—not just for me, but for two little boys who needed their mama to come home from treatments, to tuck them in, to be there for scraped knees and school plays. Every prayer whispered in hospital rooms was for them, every treatment endured was so I could watch them grow up. What I discovered through those impossibly hard years is that God doesn’t just hear our cries—He multiplies our strength when we’re fighting for something bigger than ourselves. Today, when I stand before my congregation leading worship, when I create art, or when I share the beauty of Guatemala with others, my sons—now grown men—know they witnessed a miracle. This is my story, but more importantly, it’s a reminder that no matter how abandoned you feel, no matter how impossible your situation seems, you are stronger than you know, and your story isn’t over either.