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Family

Family.  I grew up understanding that family was related “by blood.”  I didn’t even know anyone who had been adopted until I was in high school.  I was taught that there were things you only shared with family…secrets were to be kept and kept close. ...

The Pit

I suffer from clinical depression and anxiety.  It’s not a big secret, but it’s something I don’t talk about very often.  I was officially diagnosed 20 years ago but looking back on the years before that, I can see that there were definitely signs....

Being a heroine

Sometimes I think about where I am in my life and am pretty amazed.  The fact that I changed careers, moved to a new state and live with passion is almost too much to comprehend.  In my former life as a band director I was happy, but not completely.  It took...

Asking for Help

I have such a hard time asking for help.  It’s not in my DNA.  I have always been of the ilk that there was nothing I couldn’t do, so I needed to do it all!  I laugh when I think about how I was when Joe and I were newlyweds.  I set the table every night after working...

No Diminishing

When my Caeleb was in the hospital more than at home and in a wheelchair all of the time, I found that a lot of people did not say much to me about their struggles.  And as the wife of a pastor, many people will confide in me (and I am blessed because they see me as a...

Freedom

I love riding horses.  I have always been passionate about horses even as a little girl who lived in an apartment in Galena Park, TX.  It was only three years ago that I started riding regularly.  My friend, Maggie and I ride most Saturday mornings, until recently. ...