Some people leave a mark on our lives that we don’t fully understand until years later. They walk alongside us through difficult seasons, speak words we carry long after the conversation ends, and help shape the people we become. For me, one of those people was Misha Lewis. Misha passed away during COVID, but I still think about her every day. I wish she were still here. I would love to hear her laugh again or have one more conversation. But when I think of Misha, I feel more than the sadness of missing her. I feel an overwhelming gratitude that God placed her in my life and allowed her to shape my story.


