The six weeks between June 22nd and July 30th 2013 were loaded with change, chaos, miracles, and a lot of stepping out in faith.
For two years, Floyd and I had been hoping and praying that Read more
In the fall of 1995, Floyd and I (before children) purchased a home on 5 acres in Ypsilanti, Michigan. The house needed cosmetic work: vinyl siding and repairs to the upper porch. Early one morning, a construction worker found two abandoned kittens on the road and brought them to me. I immediately took them in and gave them food and water. They were the cutest, all gray, long hair, balls of fur. I named them Sage (male) and Cinnamon (female).
My family had owned dogs, I had owned cats as a young adult, but Floyd came from a No Animals At All family.
Not having had a kitten for a long time, I mistakenly made them a bed on the back porch and in the morning they were gone. Read more
My father’s mother, Grandma Berry, as we called her, was born in 1909. Grandma was divorced when my dad was about five and later married Gerald Berry. He was a kind, easy going man that worked at one of the Ford plants in Detroit. I remember his metal lunch pail. It was black on the outside and shiny metal gray on the inside. Many men had that same lunch pail. Jerry, as we called him, died in 1960. Grandma was a widow for 34 years before she died in 1994. Grandma never considered remarrying. In the early 90’s, she told me an elderly religious gentleman, that had recently become a widower, asked her to marry him. She become so anxious at the thought that the only thing she could think to say and not hurt his feelings was, “Oh, no. I couldn’t marry. I’m married to Jesus!” The gentleman understood and did not pursue the matter any further. Read more