I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior in High School.  I let Him be Lord for all areas except one.  I did this for over 18 years when God in His perfect timing, knew it was time to deal with that one stronghold. In my 30’s, I had been praying about the later half of John 10:10 “I have come that they may have life and have it to the full”.   I talked with God about how blessed I am to have a loving family, a wonderful job and so many other things that He had provided . However, in my heart I knew I wasn’t experiencing the full abundance that God had intended.  There was something that was making that incomplete in my life.  I didn’t know what it was but I knew I needed to continue to lift it up to the Lord in prayer.                

One summer, my husband Dan, our 2-year-old daughter Heather, and I had recently moved to Raleigh, NC. We sold our home, left friends and ministry in Minnesota, and came to Raleigh with no place to live and no jobs. A couple we knew in Raleigh were pioneering a church. Our hopes were to assist them with Dan working a secular job until the church grew enough to support an assistant minister.  Jobs were not as easy to come by as we had anticipated. Dan began working construction, and I found part-time employment at a sports club nursery so Heather could be with me.  I began feeling lonely, “lost” in this strange city with few friends, worrying about how we would make it and whom Heather would play with in our neighborhood.

Hello, I’m Steve from Cary North Carolina and I am a lung cancer survivor! The good news is - my checks ups are  still saying “No signs of cancer!!”. The doctor gave me a big bear-hug and said things like “Miracle-Man!”. And I want to Celebrate Life!
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the doctors’ words. “Steve you have lung cancer”. Before I could question this, he continued, “It’s advanced; It’s incurable and It’s inoperable.” They assessed it to be at stage Four!

Words cannot describe the pain and sorrow associated with the death of your own child. People who've experienced this loss
will tell you that it does not matter the age of the child; in-uteri, infant, young child or older child. This type of loss
is raw and often an unrelenting pain, many times with no answers; physical or metaphysical.  We finally have some "closure"
to our physical pain, but unfortunately we will never know for sure what specifically caused the death of our son, Devin. 
We are eager for the moments when we can remember Devin and experience joy and laughter that outweigh the tears.