My story is woven from three threads: the quiet strength of daily prayer, the sacred messiness of family life, and friendships that feel like answered prayers. For me, faith isn’t found in grand gestures but in ordinary moments—kneeling with a grandchild’s small hands folded in mine, scribbling scripture insights in the margins of my well-worn Quad, or showing up with soup when a neighbor grieves. These are the ways I’ve learned to recognize God’s handwriting in my life.

Our home has been both a workshop and a sanctuary. Through fifty-three years of marriage (and counting), raising children who now raise children of their own, I’ve discovered that eternity is built in the trenches—bedtime stories that become gospel lessons, arguments that turn into forgiveness drills, and kitchen-table conversations where the Spirit whispers clearest. The family isn’t just my greatest joy; it’s my most humbling classroom.

Now, in this season, I write to testify that no one walks alone. From the missionary companion who carried my luggage when I was sick to the young father in our ward who taught me how to text God’s promises to my kids, Christ sends His love through human hands. Here, among these digital pages, I hope you’ll find companions for your journey—and perhaps see your own story reflected back with new light.