Mao Yang Vang

Today, we gather in love and faith to honor the life of Mog Yaaj Vaaj—a devoted wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, and servant of God. Though our hearts feel the weight of loss, we take comfort in the promises of our Lord Jesus Christ, who said, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die,” John 11:25-26.

Mog entered this world on February the 13th of 1950 in Nom Oos, Xieng Khouang, Laos. She was born into the loving home of her parents, Txwj Ntruag Yaaj and Ntsum Haam, and raised under the guidance of her grandparents, Vam Yig Yaaj and See Muas. As the eldest of four—Nyaj Kuam, Vam Txus, and Ntxawm—Mog grew into a woman of quiet strength and gentle leadership. God shaped her into someone who cared deeply for her family and who lived her life with humility and compassion.

In 1970, Mog married her lifelong partner, Ntsuab Txsu Vaaj, in the city of Nam Nyoos. Their marriage was a testament of love, endurance, and faithfulness. Together, they raised 14 children—Maysee (Nam Xov Tub Yaaj), Vam Tsheej (Adee), Txaj Cawv (Cheu), Xaiv Suav (Chrisger), Davison, Begin, Vam Meej (Prosperity), Reuben, Janet, Tswv Xeem (Sam), Linda, John, Daniela, and Peter—and were blessed with 31 grandchildren and 4 great-grandchildren. Her family was her ministry, her calling, and her greatest joy.

In 1976, Mog and her family made the courageous journey to the United States, beginning in New Orleans, Louisiana, and later settling in Southern California. Through every challenge, every transition, and every sacrifice, Mos held fast to the strength God provided. She worked tirelessly to build a home rooted in love, unity, and faith.

God gifted Mog with wisdom and gentle hands. She had a remarkable green thumb and a deep knowledge of herbal medicine, a blessing she used to care for the people around her. She cherished the outdoors—fishing, gardening, and spending time with her husband—finding peace in God’s creation and joy in the simple, beautiful moments of life.

When Mog was diagnosed with kidney failure in 2015, she carried her illness with grace and courage. Even in hardship, she reflected the quiet perseverance that comes from trusting in God’s plan. Her strength was not loud, but it was steady, shining through in her love for her family and her faith that God walks with His children through every valley.

Today, as we grieve her passing, we also rejoice in the hope she carried. We believe confidently that Mog is now in the presence of her Savior—resting, whole, and embraced by the eternal love of God. The same Jesus who walked with her in life now welcomes her into everlasting peace.

Mog leaves behind a legacy far greater than words can capture. She leaves a legacy of faith, of love lived out, of family held together through prayer and sacrifice. The seeds she planted—both in her garden and in the hearts of her loved ones—will continue to flourish for generations.

Let us honor her by living with the same gentleness, generosity, and faith she embodied. Let us cling to the promise that though we say goodbye for now, this separation is only temporary. For in Christ, we know that death is not the end, but the doorway to life eternal.

May the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, comfort us today.

May her memory strengthen us.

And may her faith inspire us until we meet her again in the presence of our Lord Jesus.

Amen