"Looking back, I see my faith and guidance in snapshots; like a tap on the shoulder or a push in the right direction or a turn towards a different path: singing 'Jesus Loves Me' with my aunt who had Down’s Syndrome; listening to my great aunt Bertha sing 'How Great Thou Art', a well worn copy of The Genesee Diary given to me by a couple from church; crossing paths with people of faith in my years as a social worker- their unwavering belief and trust in God during difficult times; the guidance of Paul, a WHPC member who advised me during my divorce; the light and love that is continually shown to me in the faces of children who pass through my classroom; a poem by Blakely Broaddus in 4th grade-'Girl, sitting on a bench, eating lunch, alone.' We may feel alone, but we never are. All of these snapshots are woven together into a beautiful, messy patchwork that reminds me that God is always there in some way or another."

“Both my husband and I have had lingering health issues over the past two years. Being the HUMANS that we are, our prayers to God were to spare us and have some, if not all, of the problems resolved. What a huge request! It was also one that God chose to answer differently than what we asked. My husband’s issues were modified and lessened with time, but I have experienced less to no improvement in my own. I struggle with a constant state of dread. I dread going to bed at night. I dread waking up in the morning. Dread, dread, dread. When will things get better? But through all of this, I have never been alone. I know God hears me. I know God is here. I feel His presence. I know things will improve and work out in the end.”