Six years ago, my husband’s life changed course for ever. His dad, Bill, left us very unexpectedly. And in honor of him, I wrote him a thank you note. Bill, Warren and I met when we were kids and I had the honor of knowing you for eight years. And I’m a blessed person because I
I woke up at the first light of dawn this morning with a bit of a dilemma: get up and get going for the day or try and go back to sleep. I’m sure many people have this same dilemma every morning. Usually, sleep or the desire to get a jump on the day wins.
I’m going to get really, really personal today. Today is our ninth wedding anniversary, and I can safely say that I never thought Warren was the guy I wanted to marry. He’s the guy God chose for me to marry. And I truly believe we’re not in total control of our lives – God is. At some
I started this blog with the intention of writing at least once a week, since I retired from my day job (freelance writing) to focus on my day and night job – wife to Warren and Mommy to RL (5 1/2), Logan (14 months) and Anna Catherine (due in just 13 short weeks). But the
I was recently asked what my favorite Bible verse was and a story about my mom poured out of my heart to back it up. Before I tell that story, I’ll share my favorite verse in Hebrews 13:6: “So we may boldly say: The Lord is my helper; I will not fear. What can man