Exhausted from unpacking, the glow of the security light seemed to say, "it's gonna be alright. You are home!" It was July 2005 and we were partially moved in. Each night for sixteen years I would think," thank you Lord for my house." Then getting into bed I'd tell my husband, "Did I ever tell… Continue reading The Rest of the Glory Story
Did he know, or did God know that I needed these gifts?
Ms. Pat, your house is so beautiful. People who don’t have kids have beautiful houses. Our house is not pretty” Jada said. I responded, “Well you should have seen my house when our boys were your age we had toys and shoes and stuff all around and it was not beautiful.” I thought of my… Continue reading What is Beautiful?