Our Story-Choosing Joy After Grief


I was the kind of kid who knew what she wanted out of life. Big House, husband, amazing marriage, four kids-two girls and twin boys specifically. As I grew so did my dreams…a house full of kids, those whom my own brought home from school, from church, from the neighborhood was among the top of those dreams.

I would lay in bed at night, or watch the clouds in the day and imagine what my life might look like.

I was sort of a dreamy kid.

God had other plans too. When I was 12 He called me to urban ministry. This was so foreign to my grown-up-in-the-middle-of-Maine young ears. But I listened. And it sounded exciting.

My parents and I drove the three and a half hours to Eastern Nazarene College in the fall of 1994. We landed there, on the south shore of Boston, three blocks from Quincy…

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