I dream about mom literally every night.

I keep hearing stories of people who die the day before Hospice is supposed to come in.

It's Father's Day.

It's been ten days since we blogged last (that was after a ten-day stay in the hospital). We're so glad to be out of the hospital!

Our pastor, Rev. Mitch Gieselman, used Ann as an example of one who "hastens to God" in his sermon last week.

Randy and I had the honor of addressing the United Methodist South Annual Conference in Bloomington this week.

I've been keeping track of prayer since 1988.

I'm back from my few days spent in Philadelphia and Baltimore.

I am tickled pink today and I can't wait to tell you why!

I wanted to provide some good news.