As Easter 2001 approached, I began asking God what I should write for our Sunday school Easter program. One day, my mind was illuminated and my pen couldn't keep up with the words coming into my mind. I felt the blessing of God so greatly that tears streamed down my face as I wrote.
On Easter morning, I was so excited to share this program and the blessings that I received with the congregation, but that was not to be.
As I was getting ready for church, I received a phone call from Shawn, our older son. It was a phone call no parent ever wants to receive. "Mom, I've been in an accident, but I'm OK. Please come and get me because my truck has been totaled."