I typically avoid writing about my family to preserve their privacy, but today marks a milestone too significant to pass without recognition. My beloved mother is turning 90 years old.

Born and raised on an Indiana farm, she has never called any other state home. She devoted herself to one man throughout her life until his passing a few years ago. In our family, she has always been the silent saint; her life centered around her faith in the Lord, her church community, and her children.

Like anyone who has walked this earth for nine decades, she has weathered her share of storms. She has known the full spectrum of human experience, from profound love and devastating loss to immeasurable joy and deep sorrow. Yet through every season, her unwavering commitment to Jesus has remained her anchor. I cannot recall a single moment when her faith faltered. She continues to attend worship services faithfully, studies her Bible daily, maintains a vibrant prayer life, and cherishes time with her church card club and seniors’ group.

She may never receive worldly accolades for her accomplishments, but I have no doubt that an eternal reward awaits her in heaven. In the meantime, I’m profoundly grateful that God continues to bless me with her presence. Our weekly conversations are a treasure as she listens patiently to my mundane stories and never fails to ask about her grandsons.

My mother possesses neither wealth nor fame, but her steadfast dedication to her spouse, family, Church, and the Lord has shown me a priceless legacy of faith. Today, my heart overflows with gratitude for this remarkable woman and the countless ways she has enriched my life.

Happy Birthday, Mom.