My journey back to God. The hot chocolate was superb, as were the hot chips that followed.

I picked my son up from Gramma Jane, which was six miles from my new house. We were singing while I drove, windows and sunroof open, enjoy the beginning of fall. We had just decided that hamburger helper was for dinner. We were both rushed by ambulance to the hospital, but I heard mention of med-flight for the people in the other car. But, the drive and passenger of the other car did not make it.

Remind Me Who I Am. Listening to the radio yesterday, a familiar song by Jason Gray filled my car and also struck my heart in a way it never had before. When I lose my way,. And I forget my name,. Remind me who I am. In the mirror all I see,. Remind me who I am. In the loneliest places,. Tell me once again who I am to You,. Who I am to You. Tell me lest I forget who I am to You,.

Dynamic Wholeness of Body Mind and Spirit. Pamela loves doing business from her home, she purposefully calls the village, where she is the mighty woman of prayer, mast er homemaker, head cultivator, lover of essential oils, and chief nurturer of a dozen children of other mothers into beautifully, confident little humans. Her passion is dynamic living for wholeness of body, mind, and spirit.