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A nudge, a surprise, and a hillbilly led me to accept the God of the Bible as my personal Savior and Redeemer...

On Mother's Day, I woke up knowing something wasn't right... I left the hospital holding a dozen white roses.

I was a messed up kid. I didn’t do drugs or get drunk, but I was lost, and angry, and depressed.

As a working wife and mom of two teens and two grown children, the last thing I needed was another child.

After two years away from my family for training and a tour of duty in Iraq, I was in no mood for a homecoming party.

You don’t need to be an athlete to enjoy seeing how God is with us and will answer even our smallest prayers.

I hysterically called 911. I remember screaming at Dick, “Hang on! Don't you dare leave me!”.