My Hometown Faith: Worn out Bibles
My Hometown Faith: Worn out Bibles: USED BIBLE The family Bible in my house, as in many homes in the Bible Belt, was a massive book kept on the coffee table. My Mom recorde...
The Day the Music Died
Does
anyone really wake up with the thought that today may be the day they die? Saying
goodbye to your loved one seems so trivial until you look back and realize it
was the last goodbye. Then, it becomes a moment stuck in your memory that had
so much importance… but you did not see it coming. You relive all those last
days over and over again, savoring the countdown remembrance until the last
glimpse. At
34 years old, with two sons, six and ten years old, I faced the toughest challenge of my
life and upheld a family tradition of becoming a young widow. Both my
grandmothers and my aunt lost their husbands prematurely, two from car
accidents and one from cancer. I never dreamed I too would continue the custom.
Norman
was my husband for 16 and a half years, whom I married at a young and naive 18 years
old. Almost immediately, we traveled the world in a Contemporary Christian
singing group called Sound of Joy. We were full time Christian singers on tour in a greyhound bus, performing in 26…
