A Girl Called Samson

by Amy Harmon

Had I been pretty and small, I might have had different dreams. I’ve pondered on that many times. Our aspirations are so often influenced by our appearance.

In a way, he radicalized me too, if faith can be called radical. I’ve come to think it might be the most rebellious thing of all.

I have known no greater comfort in my life than to be able to call upon God’s words when I am at a loss for my own,”

“Yes. A woman is what she makes of herself . . . with God’s direction, of course. We all need God’s direction.”

“The only king I worship is the King of Kings, Lord of Lords, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.”

Great miracles were wrought on their journey, but miracles do not make life easy. Most often, miracles just make the next step possible.

Loss is not spread equally. I have learned that lesson well. It is a lumpy porridge and a thin gruel, and fate does not consider the suffering of a mother and say, Perhaps I’ll spare her this time.

An education was about more than reading and arithmetic. It was about wonder too, and becoming able and useful people.

It only took one person to climb a mountain or reach a summit before others followed and sought new heights.