I started the Family Disciple Me ministry, and I’ve led thousands of people through the decades. Along the way, some have begun to call me “Pastor Tosha.” To be clear, I have not sought, nor do I have the official title of “pastor.” However, I am grateful that my husband affirms that I am not just a Mrs., as important as that is.
Our enemy doesn’t just want our freedom, though. He also wants to abolish absolutes, eradicate Truth and decimate God’s Word. He wants to destroy our marriages, our children, our country’s unborn children and future generations.
I cannot quit thinking about our Christian family left behind in Afghanistan. As a mother, I mourn with them for their sons and daughters. As a pastor’s wife, I grieve with them for their pain. As a ministry leader, I hear their desperate cries for help and cannot just let them go.
As we begin the month of love and Black History, these can inspire us to rise up with everything in us in our culture to seek justice, do good and care for others in Jesus’ Name.