Faith Baptist Church

*This was a recent picture I took of our Mission Church, when Ty and I were in South Louisiana back in May. It used to be white, and had a nice church sign in the front, with other changes.


Faith Baptist Church

What is the church to you? What does church look like to you? When I was a teenager, age 15-18, I actually assisted my family in starting a mission church, Faith Baptist Church. It was located in south Louisiana. The following article is made up of happenings, memories and day to day activities of my life during these teenage years.

During this season of my life, I grew up in so many ways. I became part of a “team” with my mom and dad, simply because I was their child, and happened to live at home when my dad’s previous dream was about ready to become reality.

During these teenage years, I learned how to really “think out of the box”, when it came to friendships, dating, working, interacting with people. I got my first job and met my future husband during this portion of my life. I was pointed in a certain direction, because of this mission church experience. I learned many lessons, and had a “front row seat” in people watching. I was able to see what was important to people. I saw people’s good sides and their bad sides, played out right in front of me. For a teenager, that was quite an important visual, and stayed in my mind.

Living in a Pastor’s family, and starting a new church, was a time where being polite and not wanting to hurt feelings when it came to food, put me in the hospital for a week and a half! This was South Louisiana, and Cajun food was something I wasn’t used to, and the rich and hot seasonings just didn’t agree with me at all! When we first moved in, and families would have us over, I was told to be nice, polite, and try whatever was served. So, I had to learn the hard way to try things in moderation, or not at all. The doctor’s diagnosis of “Inflamed Intestines” helped drive that home! Ha!
I still have vivid memories of everyone at our mission church. Some are good, and some are bad, but all special and life changing. It was definitely fun to be able to talk with my parents as a collective unit about different situations and our church – the joys, sorrows, and just plain craziness (in my mind). I remember laughing and crying together, and that’s a great memory for me to have. I remember seeing my parents, who I’ve made no secret about having problems with through the years, play Jesus out in front of me in the way that they treated others. I saw them put others first, and spend their own personal money, and savings on other people without batting an eyelash. I saw them invite hippies and other folks into our church, in a very different way than other churches and organizations in our area did, at that time.

I learned a lot of life skills that I would later see little by little. I learned a lot about people and though some may not know this, I’m really an introvert, so this was really a school of learning for me, because this was a place where we dealt with people, visited people, in the hospital (I’d go with my dad a lot), nursing home, the sick at home, or newcomers in town, or who had visited the church for the first time. Back then, you could request a Newcomers list from the city,
and Mom, Dad and others in our church, were very good about jumping on that right away.
I also learned office skills that would change my working life in the future, such as typing up a weekly church bulletin, and assisting my father with that. I learned how to use a mimeograph machine, and each week we’d run the bulletins and other articles off using that machine. We also had a newsletter called, “The Solid Rock”, that we would send out once a month, and we sent that off to be printed, and my dad was really proud of that newsletter. It was sent out to church members, visitors, newcomers, family, friends, and to our “home church” that was sponsoring us. “The Solid Rock” was comprised of articles that my dad would write, and the name pretty much summed it up. It was straight out of the Bible, and he would ask other pastors, professors and missionaries to write articles too.

I had taken piano lessons for many years and had started playing once in a while for youth group or church growing up, but now I was going into the role of church pianist at our mission church, and dad was the song leader. Every Saturday morning became our time of practice. He had to be careful not to pick songs with too many sharps or flats. Ha! We would really crack up over that. He told me that because of our lack of experience, it made for a really hilarious practice time for us! Each week was stressful, frustrating, but it was also engaging, challenging and fun.

Have you ever been put in a situation, because of family, or something you were not able to make the choice one way or another to get involved with? If you look back on that experience, most of the time you will see that though it might have been uncomfortable, or even strange at times, hard to deal with, and even made you question God, it molded you into the person that you are. It even strengthened you and forced you to walk through things that, given a choice on your own, you might not have done. Sometimes we view things as “normal”, and so anything outside of the norm is hard for us to go through.
During this time of helping with and attending our mission church, there were times when I interacted with friends, neighbors, and others who would ask me where I attended church, and sometimes it was hard, because there were a lot of people who didn’t understand what a mission church was. We had property that our church was paying for that we were going to build a church on in the near future, but we were meeting in a big house that we were renting. We fixed it up beautifully, and it served our purpose for that season, but it was different, very different. I had seen new small churches at various places in my life, but I knew that a lot of people had not, and so to them, in my mind, they might think that I was strange, weird or just plain different.
Being different never bothered me, and in fact one of the first posters I remember getting as a very early teenager and putting up in my room said, “I act different because I am different”, so already God was preparing me to be different and feel different in this world.
It was also a time when I found out who my true friends were. One of my best friends was the First Baptist Church preacher’s daughter in our city. Even though we really had totally different situations, we were very close. It always interested her to see what was involved in starting a new church and found it fascinating. She had been in Eunice for several years, so she was able to show me the ropes. God definitely put us together as friends, because there were times when we were able to cry together, laugh together and understand each other in ways that other people might not get or know what was happening. We were also able to go out on double dates together, and she generally was a very good person to talk with about guys that she already knew had our standards and morals. So we definitely jived, and we were in a lot of the same classes at school too. She definitely helped my Junior and Senior years of high school to be full of joy and laughter.

My love of music also played a part in my school years. I was always in choir, and that didn’t change in my high school years. I loved it so much. In fact, I was chosen to be in a small group (four boys and four girls) to sing our class song, “We May Never Pass This Way Again”, by Seals and Crofts. *(The lyrics of this song are printed at the end of this story.) Music was important at church too. Besides being the church pianist, I sang many solos, duets with my mom or dad, and as a trio with them.

I’ve always enjoyed doing things for people, but I think this ministry really changed my life in that regard. I’ve always loved crafts, and if you’ve been around me more than a few minutes, you know that about me, but I know that my love of crafts went into high gear during this season of my life.
I taught 3-5 year olds in Sunday School, and made crafts for them to go along with the lesson. Some of the crafts would be made for them ahead of time, that they could color, and some of the crafts were halfway made, and we would complete the process in class. I remember my parents coming into my room and seeing me sprawled out on the bed with papers, scissors and markers everywhere, scratching their heads, laughing and chuckling and then shutting the door, because I think they even wondered how in the world a 16/17 year old could enjoy doing this. But God was at work in my life and my heart.
I also loved baking cookies (and still do), and would bake them and take them to neighbors just out of the blue to brighten their day, and I learned to recognize people on their birthdays, and to cheer them up too, and had so much fun doing it! I really think this time in my life fed this deep desire of encouraging others, giving to them and serving them.

One memory that has been etched in my mind, was when my dad had been out visiting one day, and met an elderly widow woman who touched his heart. He noticed that she probably had 70 to 80 glasses, pots, pans, bowls, and plastic containers all over her house catching water that would drip through her roof whenever it rained. He noticed that she didn’t have much, but was so sweet and happy. She loved God, and was so positive, when she had every reason to be sad. She didn’t have any family living in the area, so he talked to the church about possibly helping her by putting a new roof on her house. I will never forget that experience as long as I live. At 17 years of age, I was up on top of a roof doing everything that you do when you put a new roof on someone’s house. My mom took a before and after picture, and I wish I still had that photo, because I didn’t even look like the same person at the end of the day. But we had enough people, and at the end of the day, she had a new roof, and could put her bowls, pots and pans back in the cabinet. She was so overwhelmed that a little mission church, who didn’t have much ourselves, would give so much from their hearts and bodies. She called it “Muscular Christianity”, and as the saying goes, “actions speak louder than words” a lot of times. That elderly woman had a spring in her step for quite a while after that. And it taught me a lot about serving, and going out of your comfort zone, trying something new that maybe you didn’t even think you could do, in order to bring happiness to someone else.

It was also during this time of life, that I purchased my first car and paid off a two-year note in one year. It was a real learning experience and taught me a lot about saving and reaching a goal that would help me in my life. When Ty and I got married, because of that, we did not have a car payment for quite awhile.

My life as a teenager in south Louisiana was much different than my earlier teenage years had been in Colorado, where we had lived before moving to Louisiana. In Colorado, we had malls, bowling alleys, skating rinks,(ice and roller),ski resorts, mountain activities, movie theaters, restaurants, and many other places to go to have clean fun, as a young person. But in south Louisiana, they didn’t have much in clean cut fun at that time. They might have had a few of those things, but you’d have to drive many miles to find them. It was hard when you would go out on a date, or out with friends, because there really wasn’t much to do there. Many times, we’d “stay in”, and make dinner together, play games, watch a movie, or take a walk. Most of the teenagers, at that time, (Ty included), drank alcohol from very early ages. The bars in our area would allow teenagers to come in and drink, and that was pretty much the choice that was available to me. I had to really think “outside of the box” when it came to dating activities. Ha!
One of the things that our mission church did for me, as a teenager, was to show me that there were so many things we could do for fun, even if we had to use our imaginations a little more than we might have wanted. *I’ll never forget trying a frito pie for the first time, at a “drive in restaurant”, where they brought the small bag of fritos out to you, the bag had been cut open, and the chili and cheese were added. Now, that was fun!!! I also began having regular visits with the sweet older lady, whose roof we fixed, and looked forward to it. She had the best stories, and awesome hugs. God was preparing me to really take in the simple things in life and find meaning and pleasure in them. He was also showing me how important it was to do things for others, and get the focus off of myself once in a while.

**Our 1974 Class Song…

“We May Never Pass This Away Again”, by Seals and Crofts…
Life, so they say, is but a game and we let it slip away.
Love, like the Autumn sun, should be dyin’ but it’s only just begun.
Like the twilight in the road up ahead, we don’t see just where we’re goin’.
And all the secrets in the Universe, whisper in our ears;
And all the years will come and go, take us up, always up.
We may never pass this way again. We may never pass this way again.
We may never pass this way again.

Dreams, so they say, are for the fools and they let ’em drift away.
Peace, like the silent dove, should be flyin’ but it’s only just begun.
Like Columbus in the olden days, we must gather all our courage.
Sail our ships out on the open sea. Cast away our fears;
And all the years will come and go, and take us up, always up.

We may never pass this way again. We may never pass this way again.
We may never pass this way again.

So, I wanna laugh while the laughin’ is easy. I wanna cry if it makes it worthwhile.
We may never pass this way again, that’s why I want it with you.
‘Cause, you make me feel like I’m more than a friend. Like I’m the journey and you’re the journey’s end.

We may never pass this way again, that’s why I want it with you.
We may never pass this way again. We may never pass this way again.
We may never pass this way again. We may never pass this way again.



This POST is PART II, after: THE CHURCH AND TOWN THAT CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER, so if you haven’t read that post, please go back and read it first, and then this one.

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.  Hebrews 13:2

Faith Baptist Church in Eunice, served the town in many ways, such as providing food for the poor in town, going to the grocery store and serving families in the area, different ladies in our church would go by a home of a widow, and help her clean. One time, I had a unique experience of helping different church members in replacing a roof of a widow in town who needed help, and had about 50 pots and pans on the floor of her house, collecting water as the rain came in.

My mom was a tough woman, very tough. She loved helping people, and could do almost anything, the harder the better. One day, while I was at school, my parents had a very unexpected experience and blessing. I heard all about it, when I came home that day.

My parents were filling up with gas one morning, and it happened to be by the bus station in town. Mom looked up from the car, and saw what looked like a homeless man sitting on a bench, and she thought he must be waiting on a bus. He looked very tired, dusty, like he had walked a long way outside, and she couldn’t get him out of her mind.  When Dad got back in the car, she pointed to the man, and asked Dad if he thought they could give him a hand. Dad knew that with Mom, that meant more than just handing him a $20 bill and calling it a day. So, he slowly agreed.

They went over to the man, introduced themselves, and asked if he would like some new clothes, a meal, etc. He told them that he really needed a bus ticket, and was hungry. So, they asked him if he would like to get cleaned up at the church, get a new change of clothes first, and he said he sure would. He got in the car with them, and off they went to the church. Mom asked him if he would like a nice, hot bath, because the church had a big bathtub in the bathroom, and he said that he didn’t remember the last time he had taken a bath, and it sounded wonderful. He seemed really weak.

They asked him what he would like to eat, and Mom ran his bath. She asked Dad to go to the house and pick up some clothes that she thought would fit him, and to get his food, along with some cigarettes, because he had said how he needed a cigarette. She told him she was a nurse, and asked him if he was uncomfortable with her helping him with his bath, and he said he wasn’t. Dad wasn’t good with bad smells, and things like this, and he kept making faces and holding his nose during all of this. Mom said she spent a lot of time giving him “looks”. ha!

She helped him off with his clothes, and she said you could tell that those clothes hadn’t been off of him in weeks if not months. As he got into the bath, he let out a sigh. She asked him if he would like her to scrub his back, and he nodded. She scrubbed his back very carefully and slowly. He said he felt like he was in heaven. About the time, his bath was finished, Dad was back with his clothes and food.

They took him out to the front porch, and said there was a nice breeze blowing, and it felt good outside. *Remember, in my first post, when I mentioned that when I saw the front porch of the church, I was really moved to tears?* Well, I was remembering this story that my parents told me about that day after school.

There was a nice swing on the porch, and they had set up a nice chair for him to prop his feet up and really rest while he was eating. Mom asked him if he would like some coffee, and he nodded, and she left to put on a pot of coffee. Dad sat and visited with him while he ate his meal. He oohed and aahed at how good it was, and how wonderful he felt.

He told Dad that he was on his way to another town. (I can’t remember where it was.) And, he needed a bus ticket. He was out of money, and had just had one bad thing happen after another.

When Mom came back, she had a steaming cup of hot coffee, and his cigarettes, and gave them to him. He put his head back on the swing, set down the coffee, and lit up the cigarette. He sipped and puffed, and talked with them for at least another hour. Finally, Mom asked if he was ready to go back to the bus stop. They would buy him a bus ticket to where he needed to go. He said he was ready, and got in their car, and they took him back to the bus station.

He couldn’t say thank you enough to my parents as he was ready to get on the bus, but when he looked at my mom, he stopped and reached out to her, and they hugged. He started to weep. He told her that the love she had shown to him was something he would never forget.

The tears are falling as I’m writing this story, and I remember the tears falling that afternoon after school while they were telling me all about it. It also told me something about my parents, and in particular, my mom, that I needed to hear. It made me smile, cry and realize the heart that my mom had, and it was beautiful.



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***This is a long post, so I want to apologize now, but I really need to share, and over the next few days, there may be other long posts. Please feel free to just skip over this and move on if you like, but it is so therapeutic for me to work through. Thank you for understanding.***

When we left our family yesterday, after the funeral, we wanted to look around Eunice, and locate some important landmarks, and maybe snap some pictures. Well, we found every single one of them…and then, we, or I really should say, I, saw it first…Faith Baptist Church. It USED to be Faith Baptist Church…a small Mission Church in Eunice… started in August 1972. I wasn’t prepared for my reaction…
My eyes welled up with tears, AND THEN…I saw *the front porch… *a story I will save for another post), and the flood gates started and continued for quite some time.

*Long story short…My dad was “called into the ministry” in his 20’s, but said that he ignored it, and went on entering the Navy, then the Air Force, becoming a Flight Instructor for United Airlines, and he just didn’t feel things were right. After talking it over with my mom and me, he enrolled in Bible College, my mom earned her Nursing Degree, and they felt God calling them to Mexico, to a specific people group.

Because my dad was retired from the Air Force and United Airlines, and had that retirement income, he felt called to smaller works, churches that might be struggling, couldn’t pay their pastor much, etc.

Because of our visas being delayed and not coming through in time to Mexico, we visited my sister and brother-in-law, who had just moved to Lafayette, Louisiana, where my brother-in-law got his first job as a helicopter mechanic, at PHI, Petroleum Helicopters Inc., after graduating from school.

August was coming to a close and school was getting ready to start and still no visas. So Dad began talking to the church that had sent us out and found out that there were a couple of small towns in Louisiana that fit the ministry of what Mom and Dad felt called to do. And, there were a group of people, singles, families, etc., who needed a pastor, and after meeting with them, etc., we moved to Eunice, just in time for my junior year of High School.

The church purchased this “HOUSE” pictured, above, the first light blue house photo – (it was white back then). It was fixed up so nice inside, with a big auditorium, and lots of rooms for classes, etc. I taught toddlers through age 5 in Sunday School, played the piano, sang, visited folks with mom and dad, helped dad in the church office, helped type the bulletin, you name it!!

One Sunday, a man came to church, with some friends who invited him, who, even though I didn’t know it at the time, would change my life forever. That man was Ty Coleman. Long hair, bell bottom blue jeans, red, white and blue shoes. He was very friendly, fun to talk with, sense of humor, and soaked up church like a sponge. Came to everything. Never missed a service or class. Would come over to my Dad’s office (in our home), a lot, with questions and loved to listen to stories in the Bible. I would see him a lot, when I’d come home from school, or he would stop by after work, etc.

He became a Christian after studying, reading God’s Word, asking questions, and after hearing a sermon one Sunday, realized that even though he had been raised “in church”, he really didn’t know Christ, and wanted a personal relationship with Him. He came forward after listening that Sunday, and told Dad what had happened.

We soon became good friends, would eat meals together, watch tv together, sit at our piano and sing together, ride bikes, walk, swim, and before you knew it, we fell in love.

On June 6, 1975, we were married in a beautiful garden (in my sister and brother in law’s backyard – pictured above in several different images.  We also just took these pictures yesterday in Eunice. The yard looked different back in 1975, with more flowering plants and flowers, but it is still very stunning.

And, Ty and Debbie’s adventure began…


Embracing who we are and how God created us…


I have struggled my whole life with wondering if my gift/desire of making things, crafting and creating was…1. A waste of time; 2. A good example for my family or friends to see me doing in my life; 3. Important in the scheme of things; 4. God honoring.

When I was a young girl, I loved to create. A lot of times, the presents I’d ask for would have to do with making something, such as “Creepy Crawlers” where you pour a substance into a hot mold, and create insects, etc., which is funny, because I absolutely hate bugs, but the creating outranked that fear!

I begged my mom to let me make the Greek Parthenon out of toothpicks – yes, toothpicks for a school project. She really looked at me like I was crazy, and to be fair, she knew she would be helping me. And, we did it, and it absolutely excited me the whole time.

In High School, I taught Sunday School at our church, and would make handcrafts every week for the kiddos. I loved it so much.

Then there was the time as a young woman, wife, mom of two under 2 years old. I felt like I should make every woman in our church a decorative small rocking chair out of clothespins. You could put a votive candle in it, or plant, etc. And, I really had to think about it, because it would be a HUGE undertaking. Well, I did it. It took me about a year, and Ty really wondered what I had gotten myself into during that time, but it was something deep inside of me that I just HAD to do.

And, that is part of it – when I create, a lot of times, it is for someone, or with someone in mind.

When I worked in an office of nurses, I would create posters (using cut out nurses from catalogs that I had saved all year) for Nurses Week. We’d hang them all over the office every year!

Then, there was the time, I took off the whole week of Spring Break, so my daughter and I could make candles. It was so much fun spending extra time with her, and creating something useful. We both used them for gifts throughout the year for others. I remember Ty said when he would come home that week, he would be scared, because we used every container in sight to fill our candle wax with, and he was worried we wouldn’t have anything left! ha!

As a secretary at Ovilla Road Baptist Church, I LOVED making things, creating things, tossing ideas around with the worship leader, Jeff Todd, decorating the two huge bulletin boards in the hall, with different and unique items.

As an Avon District Sales Manager, I absolutely loved making things for the representatives that went along with a certain theme or goal we were working on at the time. It was like fuel to keep me going and excited!

Now, since my car accident, and life taking a big change, I have more time for creating, and I’ve put it into more of a business venture, but I realize that this is a gift from God, that He put in my heart, and created me to do.

But, I always wondered if this was “important enough” for a child of God to be doing. After all, my husband, daughter and son put reading a book way up on their lists, and I really didn’t care that much about that (unless it was about making something, instructions, etc.) I look up to so many people who are constantly reading.

I just went to a bookstore with a friend (Benna Resnick), and she was actually looking at books to read (ha!), and I went back to the clearance section (always do), and found a wonderful book about designing jewelry. There was a slight tinge of almost guilt on my part that maybe my book wasn’t really important.

I have prayed about this so much, talked with Ty about it, and listened to his advice, talked with friends, who know me, and that has really helped.

Reading scripture about being thankful for how He has made us has also helped.
In Psalm 100, It is He who has made us and not we ourselves…
There is NOTHING we can do to make ourselves be other than who He has created us to be.

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
James 1:17

I thought I’d write this out, to help others who might be struggling with something that you think isn’t important, or comparing yourself to others, which I have also had problems with in my life.

Here is a wonderful verse to start with:
I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:14

I have had time over the past two years to think, pray, read scripture, ask for advice, and soul search, and you know what? I’m thankful for the way God created me. Do I need help every day to keep myself in check? Absolutely! But, no more guilt or comparing or wishing I was someone else or different than JUST how He (the creator of the universe) made me.

Maybe something I’ve shared will help someone else come to this reality MUCH EARLIER than I have. I pray that it will.

40 Years of Reflection!

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As Ty and I are in our 40 Years of Marriage Celebration time, (June 6, but hey, we are dragging it out), I have been doing some reflecting, and thought, I’d share. **For the very few who will actually read this all the way through, just know that my heart is heavy, and I really feel led to pour out my “self”, and for once, actually have the time to sit down and do it. I have a lot of friends and family who are going through changes, and struggles, and hardships, and thought this just might help someone.

I’m going to be real, because I want to help anyone reading this, who is going through changes, complete changes, different seasons, moving somewhere totally different, and if nothing else, you’ll know that I do understand. Life is NOT just a bowl of cherries, which sometimes is portrayed on Social Media, etc.

When I met Ty, I was a junior in High School. He was already out of High School and had served in the Marines, and had been in and out of trouble with drug use. He is right at 6 years older than me. He came with friends to our Mission Church, where my dad was the minister. He made a decision to follow Christ, and changed his life around. And…here we are…some 43 or so years later…

I married a man called into the ministry when I was 18 years old. We spent 12 1/2 years of our lives either preparing in Bible College, or in actual church ministry, in two churches, in Wichita Falls, TX and Pueblo, CO, with Ty as pastor. Then, our lives took a HUGE turn. Ty and I had prayed for about a year, and he felt that he could minister outside of his specific calling, and felt led to move on to another career choice. We moved back to Texas (from Colorado, where we were at that time), and Ty worked for a vending company owned by friends from church, and relatives of friends Ty had worked for during college – Harry Seif, (Regal Vending, with Rex, Liz, Mike and Darla Darla Trull at the helm, for many years (11 at least). They were amazing to work for, and he felt blessed. During that time, he worked all over Dallas/Ft. Worth, and ministered to so many people. I worked for Baylor Homecare as an Office Manager, with Kari Hickman at the helm, who I loved dearly, and still do, and is amazing at everything she does.

Ty had always felt that he would love to travel, and loved driving, and considered over the road truck driving. We went to a few meetings, and with both children graduated from high school and in college, he went to Truck Driving School. My company, Baylor HomeCare, was closing, due to Medicare guidelines, and so it seemed a perfect time to change directions. Our daughter, Jessica, had told me about a job opening at the university where she was attending.

We moved to Arkadelphia, AR, where Jessica was in college, and while Ty drove over the road, I worked in the Admissions Office at Ouachita Baptist University, where Rebecca Jones and David Goodman were at the helm, and I can’t say enough about how wonderful they were and are. Ty had a real ministry with truck drivers and still does. I loved working with the students, and counselors, and learned so much from them, not to mention being close to our daughter and future son in law.

We loved the Dallas area, and our kids lived there or close by, and Ty realized that he could transfer to a different truck lines, so we moved to the Dallas area, and have been here ever since.

Ty has continued in Trucking, and I worked for over 10 years as an Avon District Sales Manager, and Church Secretary at Ovilla Road Baptist Church for 3 1/2 years. We loved our church, and served there for many years.

I was in a horrible-life changing car accident a little over 2 years ago, and 5 surgeries later, am still healing, and facing more surgeries. My life has drastically changed, from being very, very busy, to actually being able to stop and smell the roses once in a while!

We have lived in Waxahachie for a long time, and love our home, new church, and our wonderful family and friends. Ty is a local truck driver now for Timco, here in Waxahachie.

There have been times in these 40 years that we have wanted to strangle each other, leave each other,  cried with each other, been furious with each other, had our hearts broken, been blessed beyond measure, sought comfort with each other, ran into each other’s arms, and prayed together.

We have ten grandchildren (notice I started with them- ha!), two children, who we can’t talk about enough, and love so much, Jessica and Aaron, and two amazing, wonderful and awesome children in law, Doug and Jill. Wow! So blessed.

One constant, and one never changing detail of our marriage was and is the Lord. Oh, how He has seen us through, sharpened us, taught us, restored us, used us, disciplined us, molded us, had patience with us, and I could go on and on, and there’s still more to come…

Lamentations 3:22-23

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.



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Oh sing to the LORD a new song, for He has done marvelous things! Psalm 98:1

I’ve been married to the most wonderful man in the world for 39 years. I have 2 children, in-law children, 9 grandchildren. We love where we live, the home we have created together, that God has given to us. My husband, Ty, is a local truck driver, and we enjoy spending time together. When I’m surrounded by family, I couldn’t be happier, and my grandchildren have captured my heart.ty and i