Time Well Spent

Last week I wrote about the sudden onset of stress and anxiety in my life.  It was causing the tell-tell signs in my body that I had let it get too far.  It was causing me to lose sleep, and I had a tingling in my face.  I shared how I needed to find ways to release that stress but that I ultimately needed to give it all to God and actually let go of it.  Well, I feel like I was surprisingly able to do that for once.  My sleep has improved, and the tingling has subsided.  I am definitely feeling calmer than I did this time a week ago. If anything, though, I should be really feeling the effects of stress right now because this week is insane for me. We have so much going on with tons of moving parts, and then mother nature has thrown in the threat of snow in the middle of all of it.  It’s like everything that was crazy about our lives before the pandemic and everything that we missed out on has all been thrown into this one week.  

This past weekend, my oldest, along with her high school gymnastics teammates, clinched the Regional Championship and secured their spot at the state competition on Friday of this week.  They are heading to defend their state title for the 4th year in a row.  It is super exciting. However, the competition is approximately 3.5 hours away, and the forecast of snow is threatening to derail their chances of being able to compete, not to mention the difficulties of traveling in the snow if we are allowed to go. The dilemma comes with whether or not she and I travel down on Thursday to get ahead of the snow if the school system doesn’t prevent us from going altogether.  If things go according to plan and the girls are allowed to compete on Friday, my oldest and I will at least be there overnight on Friday night since they won’t get done until late.  My husband and my youngest will be heading to another location on Friday afternoon for cheer where my oldest and I will meet them on Saturday morning sometime.  I will do my youngest’s hair and makeup and then go watch her compete while my husband and oldest wait in the hotel room (only one spectator is allowed per athlete due to COVID).  When that is over, my husband will then take my youngest and drive back home so she can be at practice on Sunday morning.  My oldest and I will stay at the hotel for her to compete on Sunday.  Also, in the middle of all this, we have to drop the dog off for boarding while we are all gone and then pick her back up at some point. If any one thing goes wrong, it will be a domino effect for the whole weekend. 

Crazy, right?  This is when I should be feeling the stress and anxiety, but surprisingly I am not.  I’m fairly calm about the whole thing.  I guess that is a good thing, but it is a little weird to me.  I keep waiting for it to come.  I know that is the wrong attitude to have but years of experience have me skeptical.  Have I really found inner peace and a way to keep my stress and anxiety levels down? I don’t know, but maybe. You may be asking what I am doing differently than all those times in the past.  Well, let me tell you my secret. I am spending time with God every morning.  I truly believe that is what is helping to keep me calm and the anxiety at bay.  I used to do my devotion and daily prayers at night.  I would often forget or would be too tired by the end of the day so I would go days or even weeks without really spending quality time with God. Sometimes I would even fall asleep in the middle of my prayers. I always thought that my mornings were too busy and that I needed to get all things done first before I could truly focus on God.  I was wrong, and I knew that I was wrong. Look…I’m not the perfect Christian, but I’m always willing to grow. Trust me, I have heard sermon after sermon about how you should start your day with God, but I never really put it into practice. Well, I take that back.  When I was teaching, I would pray on my drive into work in the morning sometimes, and I loved how it made me feel.  When I stopped teaching, though, that stopped.  Over the last couple of months, I have slowly been making a switch.  I still don’t do it first thing when I wake up like so many have said you should do.  I have had to find what works best for me.  Instead, I get up, get ready, and do a few household things if needed.  Then I head downstairs to my office to begin working.  Before I open my computer or do anything else, I read a short devotional.  I started with just doing that and then reading the little prayer provided for me and maybe adding in one or two sentences of my own.  Then last week when I felt the effects of my stress, I started closing my eyes and really praying from the heart. I even spent some time in silence just listening for God’s voice.  Some days my prayers are long and sometimes they are short, but I actually take a moment to spend time in the presence of God.  It almost always feel a sense of peace wash over me.  Sometimes I even get chill bumps, and I know that is God laying his hands on me.  It makes me feel rejuvenated and ready to face the day.  I feel more connected with God. When I do this consistently every single day, the stress and anxiety just fade away.  

If you are not beginning your day with God, stop making excuses like I did and do it.  Tune everything else out.  Close your eyes and speak from your heart.  Then sit in silence and let the Holy Spirit wash over you. Get to know God on a personal level.  Build a relationship with him.  I promise you, when you do this consistently, you will notice a difference in your mindset, your attitude, and the way you approach every day.  It will absolutely change your priorities, too. Seek him first above all else, and he will lead you through every step of your day. It will be time well spent!

Anchored in Christ,

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Cast Your Cares

Over the last week or so, I have been feeling stressed and anxious.  I’m not really sure where it is coming from, but it is hitting me like a ton of bricks out of nowhere.  I’ve gotten the tingling twitch back in my cheek at night which is a tell-tell sign that I am stressed.  Competition season is back in full force (different but still a lot) for the girls, and I have been questioning some things in my life lately.  I guess those things could be the cause of the sudden onset of anxiety, but I’m not sure.  Life is not even close to the level of craziness that it was pre-pandemic, but my body is starting to feel like it is.   I’m not sleeping well, and I am getting more headaches.  Those things coupled with the twitch in my face, are all the signs that tell me I need to get it together.  It is funny how are bodies are affected by stress and anxiety.  It is like nature is saying, “Whoa, knock it off!”

This past weekend, we had some crazy, unexpected changes with the cheer schedule due to the snow and a few other things.  It just about sent me over the edge because it was causing conflicts with something I had to do that I had been looking forward to for a long time.  I got upset and even angry about it.  My emotions were definitely all over the place and blown way out of proportion.  It all worked out totally fine so there was no real reason for me to get so upset about it.  Part of that is that I am a serious type A personality.  I like schedule and order, and I don’t like unexpected changes or surprises. It just seems to throw me off my game.  We had another unexpected schedule change yesterday, though, and it didn’t seem to bother me at all.  Why some things send me over the edge and some don’t is a mystery to me.  I wish I had the ability to control it, but I don’t. 

I have to figure out a way or some kind of outlet to keep my stress levels low and to fend off my anxiety.  I guess maybe I need to take some time for myself.  Ultimately, though, I know that I need to spend some time with God.  He tells us to cast our cares on him because he cares for us.  Easier said than done, right? I think this is the biggest thing that I struggle with in my walk of faith.  I have a really hard time giving all my worries and stresses to Him and letting them go.  I can pray about it and say that I am giving it all to him, but I don’t really ever let it go.  I still carry the burden of it on my shoulders.  I wish I knew the secret to letting it go completely, but I don’t.  I don’t know how to stop it from throwing me under the water until I can barely stay afloat.  I don’t want to get to the point where I feel like I am drowning in it all.  I know that I will if I don’t put a stop to it now.  The physiological symptoms are just the first step to me crumbling.  I know this.  It has happened time and time again.  I am grateful that I am more aware of the signs now than I used to be.  Hopefully, that will allow me to not let it get any bigger.  

All I can do is to continue to spend time in prayer, take time for just me, and try to avoid the things that bring me stress.  My apple watch keeps telling me to breathe.  Maybe that will help too.  I’ll try just about anything to relieve my head and my body of all this stress and anxiety, so send your tips and tricks my way.  I will simply keep reminding myself to give it all to God until the day I figure out how to truly do that.  Maybe one day I will be able to let it all go completely.

Side note: I am currently listening to a Bridgerton playlist on Spotify that someone shared with me. I have never watched the show (it’s on my list), but I find it oddly soothing. Music does have that affect on me. Prayer and music! Maybe that’s the secret!


Get in the Boat!

This past Sunday our pastor preached a sermon entitled “Step of Faith.” He used a story from John 4 where a royal official came to Jesus and begged him to heal his dying son.  The man was determined to bring Jesus to his home to perform a miracle. Instead of going with the man, Jesus told him to go and his son would be healed.  The official did not hesitate. He followed Jesus’s command to leave.  Upon his return home, the official learned that his son had been healed at the exact moment that Jesus said he would.  This story is all about faith.  The man had faith that Jesus could perform a miracle, and he had faith that Jesus’s word was truth. The man’s faith brought healing.  His pleas were answered. It is about faith in the unseen and faith in the unknown.  We should all have that kind of faith…the kind of faith that knows no end.  What happens when our faith doesn’t lead us down the path we wanted, though? What if it doesn’t make sense? The man could have had faith that Jesus would heal his son, but Jesus could have said no. It happens all the time.  Sometimes our prayers feel unanswered or aren’t answered in the way we wanted.  Sometimes, God doesn’t perform the miracle we asked for.  How do you continue to have faith then? One of the points that the pastor made was that faith is trusting that God is God and God is good even when we can’t reconcile it.  It is having faith even when things don’t work out.  While I know this is the truth, it is easy to let disappointment cause you to lose faith sometimes.  When asking God for something and there is not a visible answer to your prayer, we often become discouraged, disappointed, and even angry.  I cannot count the number of times that I have prayed about something or asked God for something, and it felt like he wasn’t listening.  I have asked God to open doors and none were opened.  I’ve asked for healing and none came.    Sometimes there is only silence, and I don’t understand why.  Those are the times when I can start to lose faith, but in reality, those are the times when I should rely on my faith the most.  Those are the times when faith is most important because God is in control even when we don’t know how or why.  He is listening, and he knows best.  He has a plan and his plan sometimes doesn’t line up with mine. That is hard to accept, but I have to remind myself that he knows things that I don’t know.  He may not give me the answer I want, or he may lead me down a path I don’t want to be on or even knew existed.  Sometimes, he may push me in a direction that is hard.  I may even be forced to weather a storm. Instead of fighting against it, I have to have faith that he is in control and knows what he is doing.  It has to be his will and not mine.  

This was a lesson that I needed to be reminded of. I have been discouraged recently about some “unanswered prayers,” and I needed the reminder that I have to have faith in the bigger picture.  While I may not get the answers I want right now, I know that my prayers are not really going unanswered.  I have faith that God is answering them in his own way and in his own time, and his timing is perfect.  It may not be the answers that I am looking for, but an answer will come. He will lead me where I am meant to go.  I also have to be open to the answer even if I don’t like it or is hard.  I have to look for doors that are opening and be willing to walk through them.  I don’t want to miss the door.  It is really more than just having faith.  It is also about walking in faith.  That means that I am still moving forward even when I don’t get the answer I want.  It also means that I keep trying and don’t give up when I get knocked down.  I get back up and keep pushing through.  Jesus stands just outside of our comfort zone.  We have to be willing to step outside with him.  We have to have faith. 

It reminds me of a story I once heard.  A man’s house was beginning to flood. A car came by and offered him an escape.  The man said, “No, thank you. God will take care of me.” As the water continued to rise, he moved to the roof of his house. Someone on a jet ski came by and offered him an escape.  Again, the man said, “No, thank you. God will provide for me.”  The water rose to the man’s waist.  A third person came by in a boat and offered him an escape.  The same answer was given. “No, thank you. God will help me.” Sadly, the man drowned.  When he entered the gates of heaven, the man asked God why he let him die and did not provide for him.  God answered, “I sent you a car, a boat, and a jet ski!” 

The man had incredible faith that God would provide for him, but God did not provide the answer he was looking for.  The man thought God would stop the water from rising and was not open to the alternatives.  He thought that God didn’t answer his prayers, but that was not true.  He just answered it in a different way.  The man had faith, but he wasn’t walking in faith.  He didn’t get in the car, the jet ski, or the boat.  God does answer our prayers.  We have to not only have faith in whatever those answers are, but we also must keep walking in that faith even when we don’t like it, or it wasn’t what we expected.  We have to get in the boat! 



What a week it has been!  I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had the time to write.  I am pretty sure that I have spent 90% of the last 3 days in my car driving kids to and from everywhere.  I was basically in my car for 6 hours straight yesterday.  I only stopped at the house long enough to warm up some pasta for my youngest before having to head back out. It has been so crazy.  It is amazing how quickly I forget what it is like to parent alone while my husband is away when it isn’t happening on a regular basis.  Remember that deployment curse I wrote about last week? Well, it struck again.  My phone got knocked off the counter and it hit the hardwood floor in just the right spot to break the LED thing inside.  I was left with a phone that worked but had bright green lines running through the screen.  Thankfully, we had insurance on it, and I was able to get a new phone sent to me.  Unfortunately, it took me almost 2 hours at Verizon on Tuesday to get the new phone set up. That was time I didn’t have to waste and just one more thing added to my already hectic days.  I did have a long overdue hair appointment mixed in there this week, which was glorious.  I had her chop a good bit of my hair off, and it felt like I lost 10 pounds.  When you have hair as thick as mine, any kind of length can get heavy.  It always feels so good when it’s cut and texturized to thin it out some. On top of all the craziness, I have also been nursing a migraine all week. I don’t know if it is a result of the changing weather or stress causing it, but it is pretty miserable. It really has just been one of those weeks when I can hardly catch my breath.  It has had me in a funk all week.  

Do you ever have those days or weeks, when you just don’t feel like yourself? That has been me this week.  I wouldn’t say that I have been in a bad mood per se, but I am just not feeling good.  I feel extra tired and irritable. My kids are driving me nuts, and everything seems to annoy me.  I am getting stressed over little things that should not be causing any stress at all.  I’m worrying about things that I have no control over.  I also don’t want to do anything because everything feels like a chore.  Ok…so maybe I AM in a bad mood!  I’m just in some kind of funk.  I really don’t know what is causing it, but I can certainly feel it.  Is it just because I’m tired? Stressed? Is the migraine affecting my mood? Is it because my husband it gone? I’m sure it is a combination of all of the above.  Whatever the reason, though, I’m over it.  It’s tough when you just aren’t feeling it but have no choice but to keep pushing through. It is hard keeping up with everything, especially when you can’t see an end in sight.  Sorry guys! I guess I am just having one of those “woe is me” kind of moments.  I know we all have those days sometimes.  It’s only temporary, thank goodness.  I will snap out of it eventually. It just stinks while you are in the midst of it.  Mom life is hard enough, but when you are in a bad mood, it just magnifies it all.   

What I need is a reset.  I need to reset my mood from bad to good.  The hard part is realizing that you actually need a reset.  It has taken 3 days of suffering for me to get there. Once you figure out that your mood is what is causing all these negative feelings, you can actually begin to focus on making a change.  You have to realize that you are in control of how you feel and the only one that can change it is you.  The one thing that always helps me to reset is prayer.  I don’t mean just a quick little prayer sent up while you are busying doing something else at the same time.  I mean flat out stopping everything to sit and be present with God.  Just having a conversation with him about how I am feeling seems to lift weight off of me that I didn’t even know I was carrying around.  Talking through it all and really owning it, gives me a sense of peace every single time.  It helps me to turn my frown upside down.  I know that sounds silly, but it’s true.  It’s as simple as talking to God. That is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to close this post and pray. I am going to reset my heart and my mind with the peace that only God can give me.


Strong-Willed Child

I swear that my youngest child is going to be the death of me. Can someone please tell me how to handle a pre-teen, know-it-all, strong-willed child? Don’t tell me to read a book either, because I’ve tried it and it doesn’t work. Nothing works.  I really believe that her goal in life is to torture me, push every button I have, and fight me over any and everything. I am not sure I am going to make it through her teenage years.  I am not even sure I am going to make it through her pre-teen years.  I have to say that our relationship has come a long way over the last two years, but the relationship remains the most difficult challenge I have ever been faced with.  Nothing I do is ever right or good enough for her.  I swear she would argue to her death with me over something as silly as the sky being blue just because I said it was.  I feel like no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to win with her. I am really the only one she is combative with, too. It’s like she has this need to make me pay some debt she feels I owe her, or she wants me to feel more miserable than she feels at any given moment. It is so unbelievable to me how both girls came from my body but are so vastly different.  I have such a different relationship with the kid that actually is a hormonal teenager than I do with the pre-teen who hasn’t even entered the hormonal phase yet.  One actually talks to me and tells me things and listens to me (most of the time), while the other one can barely stand to be in the same room with me.  It is so frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. I wish I knew where I went wrong and the secret for how to fix it. It keeps me up at night, and it consumes my days. It has been this way for as long as I can remember.  As I said, it was worse at one time, but things have improved to some extent, which I am grateful for.  It is just still so hard sometimes.  

I saw a graphic on Pinterest that listed the 10 signs that you have a strong-willed child.  I couldn’t find the source of the graphic but thought the list was pretty good. Below are the 10 characteristics of a strong will child according to that graphic I found. I can check off every single one of these as being a characteristic of my daughter. She is definitely a strong-willed child to the 10th degree.

  1. “They are fiercely stubborn and not afraid to say ‘no’”
  2. “They are bossy and very demanding.”
  3. “ They have strong likes and dislikes.”
  4. “They don’t forget anything and argue like pros.”
  5. “They are energetic and intense.”
  6. “They challenge boundaries.”
  7. “They learn by doing, ask ‘why’ questions.”
  8. “They are fast paced and impatient and don’t listen.”
  9. “They have a strong sense of right and wrong.”
  10. “They are short tempered.”

I know many of my friends would say that one of their kids is certainly more challenging than their other and that one is extremely difficult. We talk about it all the time, and one of us at least is venting about it almost every single day. There is always one kid that pushes us beyond belief. There is always one strong-willed child in the bunch.  Why is that? Why does it seem that we all have to be given one child that challenges us beyond what we think we can handle? That is a question I ask in my prayers a lot.  There has to be a reason, right? There has to be some lesson in it.  Sadly, I don’t think I have learned it yet.  I just keep fighting, keep pushing, and praying that one day things will change.  We all love our kids beyond measure despite how much suffering they put us through. We want what is best for them and want them to grow up to be strong, independent adults.  That is our greatest desire for them and the reason we continue to fight.  I know that I am doing my best to not let it break me, but I can assure you that there are those days when I am not so sure I can continue the fight.  Those are the days that I pray for strength.  I need God’s strength to get me through those difficult days or sometimes weeks, and he comes through every single time. I guess that is the answer to my question at the start of this post. I handle it through prayer. That’s the best defense I’ve got.


Pray for Me!

Ya’ll, please pray for me. Pray for patience, courage, sanity, calm nerves, and strength.  My kid can drive! I cannot believe that I just typed that.  I think I am still in denial that she is growing up.  It was just yesterday that we brought the tiny peanut home from the hospital.  How is it possible that she is old enough to drive? Where has the time gone? I feel like I blinked and missed it all.  I also feel like I am starting to forget all the little moments throughout the years that I wanted to remember forever.  We cram so much in that it is hard to remember it all.  That really makes me so sad, though.  I wish I could remember every single second of her growing into the beautiful young lady who seems to still be growing taller by the minute.  I wish that I had savored it all more.  Maybe then I would remember it.  All of those years that I spent so wrapped up in my job took away so much of my focus on my own children.  As much as I loved my job and working with all those special kids, I do wish it hadn’t taken all that time and energy away from my family.  Don’t get me wrong; I don’t regret my decision to be a working mom or to be a special education teacher.  What I do regret is that I allowed it to take over my life and rob my kids of a stress-free mom for so many years.  If I could go back, I would still be a teacher/working mom, but I definitely would have gone about it differently. I would have taken more time for my family, and I would have tried harder to leave school at school. I wish I knew back then what I know now. I wish I had been as confident and in touch with what I really wanted out of life as I am now.  While I can’t go back in time, I can only move forward and keep striving to be a more present mom, and to make up for time lost. My priorities are definitely in a different place, and I love it.

Anyway, back to the fact that my kids can drive and I need prayers.  Her dad took her to the DMV this past weekend for her sign and knowledge tests.  I refused to go because I knew that I would make her more nervous than she already was. Now she has a learner’s permit and can drive with one of us in the car.  I have told my husband that it is going to be a long while before she does it with me because I can’t handle it.  I get so nervous with just the thought of her behind the wheel.  He is so much more calm and collected than I am. He is going to have to be the one to teach her.  I can’t do it. It scares me so much. I much prefer to be in the back seat while he is the one next to her in the passenger seat.  I try to distract myself so I am not paying attention to how close she is to the curb or that car parked on the side of the road.   Seriously, this is my crazy, ADHD, “true blond” kid who sometimes acts like she is 6 and not 15.  I worry so much that she isn’t mature enough, responsible enough, or even focused enough to be on the road. I don’t know how I am going to ever let her go off in a car without one of us once she gets her regular driver’s license. How do parents do that? I know that I will be a nervous wreck. How do you let go? I already have a problem with control, and I don’t know if I am going to be able to give up control of that.  I have to admit though, she is doing much better than I ever expected, but I am still not ready for this.  Prayers are much appreciated!   


The Dreaded “C” Word

I was listening to the radio this morning as I was getting ready for the day, and they were talking about a St. Jude radio-thon that they have coming up at the end of this week. I have always been so moved by the stories that I hear on those radio-thons of all of the children fighting for their lives and their families fighting right along with them.  There are always stories of triumph and victory over cancer that are so heart warming, and then there are stories of defeat and sadness that are so heart breaking. Whenever I hear these stories, it always puts things into perspective for me.  The medical issues that we have had with my daughter seem so insignificant compared to what these families are going through. It makes me realize how lucky and blessed we are because things could always be so much worse.  There is nothing that will stop me in my tracks and lead me to praise God for the blessings He has bestowed on me than when I hear a story like so many of these families are facing or have faced.

I am reminded today of a sweet little girl that we know who began her fight against cancer just a few short months ago and who is beginning chemotherapy this week.  This little girl has weighed heavily on my heart since I first heard that she was undergoing brain surgery and then the following diagnosis. I just haven’t been able to shake the feeling of despair that I feel for this family. I have prayed for this little girl so many times over the last few months.  Her strength and bravery through it all has been nothing short of amazing, and I am only getting to see it from afar.  I don’t know if it has affected me so much because she is just a little bit younger than my baby or if it is because she is a fellow gymnast and former teammate of my girls which brings it close to home or what, but my heart just aches for them.  The family has a very strong faith, which has been evident throughout their journey so far, and their faith is what is helping them get through. They truly believe that this is happing to them for a greater purpose and that this little girl has so much to give the world. I completely agree with them as I am already seeing how much she is impacting all of those that have heard her story.  The way that people have rallied around this family is unbelievable.  Strangers from all over the world are standing strong with them.  There is one bakery in their community that was selling strawberry cupcakes because it was the little girl’s favorite flavor, and they were donating the proceeds to the family.  They extended their sale for several days because of the overwhelming response.  Those two incredible ladies ended up baking over 4,000 strawberry cupcakes! That’s insane! I have also been truly touched by the way that the gymnastics community has rallied around them and supported them both financially and in prayer. A local leotard company in collaboration with her gym designed a leotard in support of this sweet girl, and they sold almost 600 leotards to gymnasts all over the world. There are so many other events that have been held and planned in support of this family, too. It has been mind-blowing to watch. What better sight than to see a community and organization come together to support one of their own.

While this little girl is fighting for her life and needs prayers from everyone, I also want to remember her mama.  I honestly feel like she has been on my heart more than the little girl.  I cannot imagine what she is going through, yet she has remained a beacon of strength for her daughter.  I am not sure that I would be able to handle the situation with as much strength and grace and with an unshakeable faith like she has. I pray so much for her mama heart.  I know that it has been broken into a million pieces that may never get put back together. I encourage you to think about the parents of all of these little angels that are fighting for their lives against this horrible disease.  They need love, prayers, and support just as much as the little one doing the fighting.  There are moms and dads out there who have to will themselves to get out of bed each morning and face whatever the day holds.  There are families that have to watch their child fight for their lives. There are families who have to watch their child loose the battle. There are families who know pain like no other.  These are the people that need our love, support, and prayers.  These are the real super heroes because they do get up everyday. They put on a brave face and hide away their worry and pain. They stand strong for their child. They are the ones willing their kids to fight.

The number of people that I know that have been affected by the dreaded “C” word is too many to count. I rejoice with those that have won their fight. I am saddened for the families of those that have lost. I pray for those that are still fighting.  We have made great strides in the research and ability to fight this terrible disease, but there is so much left to learn and more treatments to explore.  We cannot stop until this disease in all forms is eradicated completely.  Too many children are out there fighting. Please consider giving of your time, your prayers, your service, or your money to one of the many organizations that support cancer research and the families affected. Find one that you are passionate about and see how you can help.  If you can’t give financially, that’s okay.  You can work to raise money, volunteer at events, or even just offer support by simply providing a meal or praying for a family that needs it.  There is so much we can do and none of us do enough. I know that I don’t.  I need to step it up. We all need to step it up. This has to end. Don’t wait until something tragic happens to someone you love. Help now!  Use this season of giving to remind you to help those that need it the most. Use it as a lesson in compassion for your own kids. Show them how important it is to help others this time of year and all year long.

Check out these organizations for ways to help.

National Pediatric Cancer Foundation

St. Baldrick’s Foundation

National Brain Tumor Society

St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital

Ronald McDonald House Charities


If you are a praying person, please pray for this little girl, her mama, little brother, and dad. They need an army behind them leading the way.

We are standing strong for you Hartley! You’ve got this!  #ourheartswithhart

Anchored in Prayer,