Rebuilding Hope; The Story of Us

October 1987. Joe graduating from Marine Boot Camp San Diego. We were just babies. February 19, 1988 – “No daughter of mine is going to live like this,” came the booming voice of my father. Joe had just returned home from the Marines. He was sleeping on my couch when my dad entered through the hallway that connected my tiny apartment to the restaurant I waitressed at. He was popping in to ask me to join him for breakfast since my shift didn’t start until 9:00 am. I came crawl

Rebuilding Hope; The Story of Us

October 1987. Joe graduating from Marine Boot Camp San Diego. We were just babies. February 19, 1988 – “No daughter of mine is going to live like this,” came the booming voice of my father. Joe had just returned home from the Marines. He was sleeping on my couch when my dad entered through the hallway that connected my tiny apartment to the restaurant I waitressed at. He was popping in to ask me to join him for breakfast since my shift didn’t start until 9:00 am. I came crawl

Obligated Hope

“Momma, there’s a girl at school that needs a coat! I told her you would buy her one.” This bold statement came from my then, second-grade son, Ryley, who came barreling in after school, tossing his backpack aside and making his way to get a snack. Okay… What do you do when your child knows you are the supply and will meet a need that he sees? You buy a coat. Ryley’s expectant hope obligated me to a child I knew nothing about. A need had to be fulfilled because of expectant h