As my 14 year old grandchild approaches driving age, I have been thinking about my brave dad as he taught me to drive a stick shift many years ago, and my mother’s white knuckles the first time she was my passenger. As humorous as this recollection may seem, there is a lesson to be found in it. When trying to find hope on the road of life, is forgetting the past a good thing, or not?
In the span of 7 short days, two friends went through what felt like category 4 or 5 hurricanes. Anita lost her husband, the father to her three small children. Meghan got the devastating new that her two-year-old had leukemia. Having been through my own life storms and living to tell about them, I want to assure you that you can survive and sometimes thrive in those turbulent times. (read more)