Spend any time at River Stone Community Church in San Marcos, Texas and I guarantee the subject of orphan care/adoption will come up. I was raised in church, but prior to our arrival at River Stone in 2009, never before had I heard orphan care preached as part of the gospel message. I naively thought Read More
From Halo to Half Marathon
At 5 a.m. September 15, 2012, an alarm clock interrupted my peaceful sleep. The day I had spent ten months preparing for had finally arrived. I yawned, stretched and stealthly sent my travel pillow flying across the room nailing my friend Lisa as she dressed in the dark. I knew it was going to be Read More
2012 USAF Half Marathon
By this time next week the 2012 USAF Half Marathon will be nothing more than a page for the history books. My emotions leading up to the race are a roller coaster ride of jagged twists, hairpin turns and harrowing plummets. Ten months ago I broke my neck in a car accident. The type of break Read More
Where I Am Today
Nine months ago today an eighteen wheeler plowed into the vehicle I was riding in, leaving me with a broken neck, broken clavicle, broken scapula & broken ribs. Save for the faded scars on my shoulder, neck and forehead, my outward appearance bears no indication of what I endured. Though I still occasionally deal with Read More
Warrior Princess Freed
Thursday, February 9, 2012, after eleven weeks of being confined to a halo, the Warrior Princess emerged free of all titanium adornment! Witnesses reported watching her glowing visage float through the hospital corridor following the procedure. This chain of events was set in motion the proceeding day at a routine doctor’s appointment. Becky AKA Warrior Read More
Daily Battles
Sitting here with time on my hands I feel compelled to write. I would like to share something earth shattering, but I have no such wisdom. Today, well, today I only have the reality of what life post-accident is truly like. My gratitude over being rescued from death has not diminished, but daily I must Read More
For We Walk Not Alone
According to my mother, I was pretty much born independent. Even in the cradle I wanted to do things my way, by myself. Independence is not necessarily a bad trait, but it becomes a problem when pride enters in and prevents us from asking for help. I really despise asking Read More