Widowed at the age of 29, left a single mom of three precious boys ages three, four and seven, living was not living – living was survival. My faith was rocked – if I’m being completely honest – and discovering who my God is and who I am this side of tragedy is a journey that I’m still on. The journey has included tears and tantrums, silence and screams, hope and despair – sometimes within the same hour – but through it all, highs and lows, I am emerged a new me. So what now? The journey at present looks vastly different. Not simply surviving, but joyfully thriving. Remarried - 13 years now - to a wonderful, devoted, godly knight in shining armor. Empty-nested now; those three little boys are much taller now! Yet my journey continues: this time a circuitous path for me, in the realm of writing and blogging. My hope is you’ll share in my journey as you continue on yours!