My Life. My Blog.

Something interesting happened yesterday. I lost a few followers on Instagram. Not many, but a few. And the interesting part, is that I lost them after I posted some stories about the death and legacy of Charlie Kirk. A man of faith, who stood up for truth and who loved God. A man who defended life, upheld families and family values and who respectfully debated with those willing to debate without ever hitting back or losing it, even when others yelled abuse.

It felt that after a season of so much pain, the dawn was breaking. . . . You see, I was six weeks pregnant with our Rainbow Baby, our little miracle who was due in December. My 'Christmas Miracle' was what I was calling our little Jelly Bean. And we were so excited and filled with such hope. Little did I know, that after posting the above on my Instagram account that Good Friday, that when I went to bed that night, I would start to bleed, and thus herald in our second los

There were times when I thought I wouldn't be able to give thanks for 2024, and couldn't wait to see the back of it.