My Blog
When Illness Strikes
It was August 6th of 2000 when late that evening, unable to sleep, I found myself kneeling before the chair in my bedroom crying out to the Lord. “God, please protect and heal my husband.” My heart constricted as I thought of our four children...
No More Fear
I still struggle trying to describe what happened when they laid my first born in my arms. I looked up at my husband, and said, “I don’t know what we are going to do, but I can’t leave this baby.”
Raising Grateful Kids in an Entitled World
I had lunch with some young moms not long ago and enjoyed watching how they interacted with their children. But one mother stood out from the rest. She couldn’t enjoy her meal because her child demanded all of her attention.
Perfect Shades
When my husband was too weak to preach, or even walk from his truck to the church, God would fill him with supernatural power when he stood behind the pulpit to preach. Today, there are times we almost forget he has the disease, except for the daily regimen of...