We salute the mothers, grandmothers, aunties, godmothers, and spiritual mothers who kept the flame of faith burning when the winds of life blew hard. Whether she stood behind a pulpit or at a kitchen sink, whether she marched in protests or whispered prayers over cribs and cracked doors, she carried the light. And that light—Christ’s light—shined through her words, her touch, her discipline, her wisdom, and her sacrifices.