Roots of My Faith

Faith rarely begins with books or theology. Mine began with my parents.

Long before I wrote about redemption, mercy, and hope, I learned those lessons from the family God placed in my life.

My parents gave me the roots of faith. Years later, God blessed me with Dave and Jessica, who have shared life’s joys, challenges, and countless blessings with me.

The pages that follow are a tribute to the people whose love, example, and faith helped shape the woman, writer, wife, mother, and believer I am today.

“Look at us, after all these years together.”

My Parents’ Greatest Gift

One of my parents’ greatest gifts was the family they created.

My brothers and sisters and I remain close to this day, bound by a lifetime of shared memories, love, and faith. In many ways, we are part of our parents’ continuing legacy, carrying forward the values they taught us and the example they lived.

Their legacy lives on through their seven children. Although our beloved sister Barbara has gone home to the Lord, she remains forever part of that legacy. The bond we share as a family continues to be strengthened by the faith our parents instilled in us.

The roots remain strong.