Blessed are you among women

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The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; that they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.

Titus 2:3-5 (KJV)

Mrs. Gray is an answered prayer. Long before I knew she existed, I was praying, pleading with the lord that He would send me someone to come alongside me and show me how to be a Christian woman. Someone to put flesh and bones on and bring to life the glories of the scriptures concerning biblical womanhood. I am so glad He heard my cry. I love her so much and am so grateful. 

*pictured: Mrs. Gray holding a restless Jackie during Wednesday night Lifegroup

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