I will never forget what Elisabeth Elliot said when I had the privilege of hearing her speak in person. I didn’t know that as a young adult fresh out of college I didn’t really need those words as much then as I would fifteen or more years down the road of life.
Mrs. Elliot shared her story. She relayed how her husband and some other men who were missionaries to a dangerous tribe of Auca Indians were brutally murdered. Of course the next day she woke up in grief and shock. If I remember correctly, she said her daughter was two. Mrs. Elliot wondered what she and the other now-single women with young children would do.
I can’t even imagine.
Of course the audience hushed as they listened, including me. Then she shared what I’ll never forget. Continue reading