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Thirty Four

Thirty Four

Thirty four years ago today my last name changed. At 7:00 pm on July 27th, Rob and I made covenants before the Lord as our friends and family looked on. We have lived a lot of life since then, but sometimes it seems like just yesterday we were in our early twenties just starting out together on this journey called life. As I was thinking back on that day and our “mostly” camping and hiking honeymoon in North Carolina I…

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The Slow Season

The Slow Season

This past year has been one of the most difficult times in my life. Being sick for months and months and not really knowing why can really wear on you. The title of my website is the Joy in the Journey, and to be honest their have been times in the past year where I have found it difficult to find joy. I am thankful for my supportive family for encouraging me on the dark days. But most of all,…

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Love is…

Love is…

  2018 was a very difficult year for our family. The twists and turns were both surprising and at some times scary. The year started out with promise and optimism, but by February, things began to change. When you are young you take for granted that things will always stay the same. But as you get older, things like your health become more important. February of 2018 began a year of health challenges for me. Thankfully, after months of working…

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Standing Alone

Standing Alone

As a believer, it is likely that you have been challenged to stand alone. You have probably been in a situation that forces you to decide if you will obey God or “follow the crowd.” It is not always easy. It requires courage. Standing alone means you have confidence in the Lord and His Word. When I became a Christian at the age of 18, I soon found out that not everyone was happy about my new faith in God. …

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Keeper of the Home

Keeper of the Home

I was a young girl during the 1970’s a time when “enlightened” woman were fighting so I could have “equal rights”. During this time, many girls like me were being taught that we could have it all. A career, a family and all of the material trappings that would make us all so happy. Much happier than our poor mothers whom we were convinced were chained to a life of housework. As I made my way through public school, I…

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