When I first started 10 Minutes of Faithfulness, my goal was simple: walk for ten minutes. That's it. I wasn't trying to become an athlete. I just knew I needed to start moving again. For a while, walking was my thing. Some days I walked around my office building. Other days I walked through the neighborhood with my husband and our pup. Ten minutes sometimes became fifteen, twenty, or even more. Then my daughter-in-law sent me a 10-minute Tai Chi workout. I tried it. And I lo

When I started 10 Minutes of Faithfulness, I made myself a very simple promise: walk for at least ten minutes. And for a while, I was doing great. Ten minutes became fifteen. Some days seventeen, eighteen, even twenty-five minutes. I walked around my office, through my neighborhood, with my husband and sometimes with our dog. I was showing up. Then life happened. There were busy days. There was a day when I wasn't feeling well. Then vacation came, and my husband and I slowed

When I finished writing Snatched From the Enemy, I expected to feel relief, excitement, and maybe even a little celebration. Instead, I found myself feeling... lost. For months, my days had a clear purpose. Every chapter, every memory, and every prayer brought me one step closer to finishing the story God had placed on my heart. Then one day, it was finished. I found myself asking, "Lord, what's next?" As I prayed, I sensed God wasn't asking me to accomplish another big goal.

When I began writing Snatched From the Enemy, I never imagined what God would do with my story. There were many moments when I questioned whether I should share such personal and painful parts of my life. I wondered if anyone would understand. I wondered if my testimony would make a difference. At times, I even questioned whether I was the right person to tell this story. But God had a different plan. Since my book was released, I have received some of the most heartfelt emai