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When I think about my faith heroine, only one strong woman comes to mind: my daughter Ashley. Ashley was my baby girl. Ashley was my faith heroine.
My daughter was twenty-seven when she dies from AIDS related complications, but although she suffered, her faith in the Lord never did. However, my faith did. I could not understand why God was letting my beautiful, always vibrant daughter suffer. I didn't realize He really wasn't, I had lost my hope and my soul had withered.
Throughout her illness, my beautiful daughter never lost her hope and joy. She walked in faith daily. I tried to be strong, but my faith grew weaker with each passing day. My strength was depleted.
I watched as she continued to struggle and I became bitter. It wasn't fair that the Lord was taking my child I screamed. As I tried to comfort her and make her last days as peaceful as possible, it was her that was actually comforting me and giving me peace.
She was not bitter about dying for she knew she would be in a better place. The last week of her life, I opened my heart and soul to the Lord. I began to understand her life wasn't ending but only beginning,
My daughter faith was so strong it gave me the courage and strength to not be angry with God.
She has been gone for almost two years, but her faith lives in my heart. It keeps me going throughout my struggles and helps me understand God's purpose.