Could it really be SIX years since Liberty and I landed with John and Birdie? It’s impossible to remember life pre-John-and-Birdie as the seasons have each woven together. I am so grateful they are home – we needed them as much as they needed us. John has some very exciting news that I will share…

Many of you have written expressing a desire to hear more Memorial Box stories as the Lord has graciously used them to speak hope, faith and expectancy into your life. The other day Dw, the kids and I were sitting together talking about our Memorial Box stories. It was a lively discussion, full of faith!…

These last few months have proven to be “#AllTheThings”: beautiful, eventful, wonderful, challenging, delightful, difficult, memorable, miraculous…well, you get the idea! So many things that I will try to unpack them bit by bit…. But on this first Friday in March let’s just start with a favorite four days in January when these treasures were…

The other day I stopped and stared when I found the above photo in our closet. So many memories came flooding back. Sitting in my wheelchair (who I affectionally had named Charlie) with precious Liberty sitting on my lap. As many may or may not know, I have Multiple Sclerosis. It showed up when I…

A couple of months ago I was interviewed for an international radio broadcast. The gentleman interviewing me had heard of our family and wanted to know more. He was really easy to talk to and it was a great privilege to spread the word that having a big ol’ pile of treasures lovingly gathered from…

With all the trauma going on around us, I am certain that someone out there needs to hear this. But first let me back up… It’s a given in life that we will have difficult seasons. We live in a very broken world filled with loss, disease, heartache, grief, sickness, pain, and suffering. And there…

Emma and Josh have a medical emergency. Would you please help us get them home? https://www.givesendgo.com/EmJoshMedicalEmergency

WARNING: A very personal story. Forthright, explicit and raw. The name was changed to protect her innocence. One holiday, almost seven years ago, we received a middle-of-the-night phone call from Bree (name changed to protect privacy).  Bree’s voice was frantic as she screamed in my ear, “Pray!” and told me that the police were on…

It was April 1995 when 18-month-old Emma and I walked in the front door of our home in Charlotte, North Carolina. We had snuck out early to go to a few yard sales. Dw was home watching 6-week-old Graham and our other three. Being a nursing mom I had not been gone long. Emma was…

This past week I needed to run to Hobby Lobby for supplies for a wood burning class I am teaching at our homeschooling co-op. After dropping the boys nearby to get haircuts, Jubilee, Ruby and I headed over to Hobby Lobby. After parking, Jubilee came around the back of the van to meet me as…