- David and Marilynn Chadwick
- Sep 18
- 3 min read
by Marilynn Chadwick
To nurture someone is another way to be kind. Especially when it comes to little children. The words nurture and nourish come from the Latin word meaning “to nurse.” To nurture someone is to help them grow, develop, or succeed.
I think back to the days of nursing our three children and I’m still awed that I was able to provide practically all the nourishment needed by those babies for their first year of life. To me, breastfeeding was nurturing and nourishment all rolled up into one.
I’ve enjoyed traveling in what some call “developing” nations and feel a kindred spirit with the common-sense mamas who live in these countries. They nurse their babies, wear them attached in a sling while they work, and view children as their greatest source of wealth.
Over the years, I’ve met all kinds of women who care for their families in all types of households all over the world. But the word nurture most comes alive for me when I think back to a little tent home in a slum in India—and the unlikely woman of valor who nurtured her family inside.
Men, women, and children of all ages squeezed into the patchwork tent that was both home and church for Pastor Raju. He was a ragpicker by trade. Daily, he sifted through the garbage dump to find rags, plastic, bits of this-and-that to sell.
Raju was a member of the Untouchable Caste. Courageous pastors like Raju were why the gospel was spreading rapidly in this heavily persecuted region of India. Raju was small and wiry with a firm grip and a wide grin. He was fiery and passionate that morning as he reminded his congregation that they were the “head and not the tail” in God’s eyes. Warmth and singing filled the tent. We were welcomed as the “honored guests” and David was to preach the message that morning.
Raju preached the Gospel with courage and boldness. But it was Raju’s wife who captured my heart. She had turned their tent into an inviting home. Her kitchen was just a shelf and a one-burner hot plate in the room that was also bedroom, living room, and church.
After the service, she prepared tea along with a single roll of Ritz crackers, served to us by their children. Raju beamed as he introduced his family. A handful of boys and girls greeted us with shining faces and firm handshakes. They had been well-nurtured there in that little one-room tent beside the garbage dump. How was this possible?
This tiny woman of valor had found a way to nurture these smiling children. She and her husband had given them physical, emotional, and spiritual nourishment. Looking into their faces, I sensed they would somehow find their way in this harsh and difficult environment.
Raju’s wife was both nurturer and warrior for her little family, living proof that a woman of valor can live in a tent as well as a palace. Her children were a testimony that it doesn’t take money or education to nurture a child—just love. This was the legacy of the ragpicker’s wife. This was her kingdom. And her husband and children were her crown.
Our Kindness Under Fire series is adapted from Woman of Valor by Marilynn Chadwick. Click here for more inspiration or to order a copy of Woman of Valor.