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Birth
I was born on September 9th, 1977 at 9:21am -
Saved, Baptized
Baptized on Easter Sunday. -
Answered Prayers
On my birthday, September 9th, 2012, my son Timmy was involved in a football injury that would change his life. Two players hit him on both sides of the head, which led to a traumatic brain injury (TBI) and eventually a stroke. Timmy was 11 years old when this happened. We would spend the next 7 years facing seizures, memory loss, homeschooling, and education concerns. Throughout these years, I saw God work miracles. Miracles that only he could answer. -
My Healing
On New Year's Eve 2017, I was admitted to the hospital after 3 months of excruciating abdominal pain. I knew something was wrong, but no answers. My husband took me to the ER, and it was then that a Nurse practitioner found abnormalities in my stomach. After an 8hr surgery, it was discovered that I was septic, my appendix, uterus, ovaries, and 5 ft of my intestines/colon were removed, and a colostomy bag was added. Three more surgeries would follow. God was with me through this storm. -
Growing After the Lesson
The Sunday my Mother passed away, I taught the adult Sunday school class at my church. I will never forget that lesson. I know now he was in control because he knew I would need to remember it for the rest of my life—agape love. I depended on God to give me peace and understanding during this time, and he did. The Lord is my strength, my rock, and I know that even in my darkest hours, he never left me. -
The Teacher
Losing my Mother on Valentine's Day was the lowest point in my life. However, I learned more from the Lord that year than I ever did. I learned he had a plan even when I didn't believe it. It wasn't until after the death of my mother that I started seeing his plan for my family. -
Answering A Calling
After many years of working in nursing, my husband and I were in a position at home where I needed to find a different pathway. He received a promotion at work, requiring him to work longer hours, and we still had young children in the home. Neither of us was home enough for them. A paraprofessional position opened in our district, and after applying, I was offered the position. It was then that I realized this was my calling all along. It was a feeling of home. -
Taking the First Step
Once I realized the Lord called me into education, I started my search for the right college. I prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more.. I received a call from Mrs. Valerie Spratt. Before I hung up the phone, I knew this was where I was meant to be. Our conversation was confirmation for me. Since enrolling in my classes, I have learned so much, and I look forward to every class and meeting all the professors. Asbury is a place where I have grown not only as an educator but also in my faith.