The Power of One is the bridge to reconcilation

HE is worthy of our trust at all times, in each and every season of life

My high school sweetheart, my son’s Daddy, my abuser was shot in the head outside of the Hermitage Hotel years before we prayed on the lawn of the abortion clinic (Feb. 5th 1999). 

I remember the day, like it was yesterday.

I remember that day, like it was yesterday, because February 5th is my Grand Mother’s birthday.

She lived to be eighty-four any my daughter who I prayed for is named after her.

I prayed for God to bless me with a child and He did.

When I found out I was expecting a girl I wanted a boy.

When I found out I was expecting a boy I wanted a girl.

We are a deeply flawed people. I am a sinner, saved by grace.

I remember the day, like it was yesterday.

Prayer changed us both as we walked away wondering how we would do it.

The memory of that day is embedded in my heart.

The thoughts of my actions are engrained in my soul.

The truth of what God did that day is evident in our boy.

The reality of the power of prayer to an almighty God through his one and only son Jesus Christ is etched through out my story.

Prayer changed us both as we walked away wondering how we would do it.

We didn’t, HE did.

HE still does.

Last fall we sat for a picture you will likely never see.

My son’s Daddy, me and big boy Elijah made three.

HE is worthy of our trust at all times, in each and every season of life.

Give Him a reason.