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Jan Ross
Throughout her childhood, Jan often looked for opportunities to serve God. As soon as she was old enough, she was eager to work in the church, first by helping in the nursery. In her early teens, s...view moreThroughout her childhood, Jan often looked for opportunities to serve God. As soon as she was old enough, she was eager to work in the church, first by helping in the nursery. In her early teens, she played piano for Sunday School, taught the 5-year old Sunday School class, accompanied the adult choir, and more. As she looks back, serving the Lord has been woven into every area of her life.Jan’s family was always supportive of her eagerness to serve. They had no idea, however, what God was building in her through her servant’s heart.Growing up as an adopted child of John and Mildred Bosch in North Olmsted, Ohio, she loved spending time with family and friends. One of the highlights of her youth was visits to her elderly Aunt Henrietta when she would often have time to spend with her cousin, Elizabeth “Betty” Hendricks. Although there were many aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of her family, Betty was special. The stories she related to Jan were not only intriguing, but they had substance and purpose. Looking back, Jan can see how God used that special relationship to plant seeds that He would one day water and cause to grow ... Betty was a missionary.A life of service to God and others became the theme of Jan’s life. But it wasn’t until she accepted an opportunity to travel to Kenya with a team of men and women she’d never met that she “heard” the call. She struggled and even argued with God about it ... after all, she was married with six adult children and a slew of grandchildren plus she was under constant medical care for chronic and often debilitating pain. But, the call was unmistakable. She surrendered though she “warned” the Lord that He would have to give her supernatural strength and open seemingly impossible doors. He did. The rest is history.view less