"Champagne Runner"

What a day! After a busy day, I rush home to get miles in for my sister Dee #milesfordee. Grab some banana bread (don't judge me), change clothes, shoes on, grab my phone because who runs without their cellphone?! Umm ya... my phone is dead. So naturally I wait forever (20 minutes) for it to charge a little. Finally, I walk out the door only to notice the fierce clouds scowling down at me. The apparent storm doesn't scare me so I head towards the road anyway. I am walking and ready to listen to my new book. I bought Jen Hatmaker's new book, Fierce, Free and Full of Fire: The Guide to being Glorious You and I listen during my workout time. If you know me you know I am not a fan of Mrs. Hatmaker, sorry Jen. I am shy, quite, reserved and she is just a bit much for me.

Ok, so back story. Years ago I attended the No Need Among You Conference in Austin. One of the keynote speakers at this particular conference was Brandon Hatmaker. I had never heard of him before this conference. He took the stage and started with "I am sure you are disappointed that my wife Jen Hatmaker isn't here instead of me".  I wrote the name Jen Hatmaker in my notepad. Mr. Hatmaker went on to tell us a story. He said one Easter Sunday after preaching a million services his wife convinced him to go to a church service where a man by the name of Shane Claiborne would be preaching. When they arrived they climbed the stairs to a small, crowded upper room. Brandon continued his story. He spoke of love in a way that settled in the deepest part of my being. I was consumed by the way he spoke of my Jesus. At the end of this service Brandon said he and his wife found themselves taking their new Christmas boots off and leaving them at the alter along side the other shoes left by the others. Those good shoes were left there by people that said yes to God. Those good shoes were left for the homeless men and women that did not own a pair of shoes. I was a complete mess. Yes people it was the ugly cry. This story wrecked me and my life. I am not the same person I was before listening to this man named Brandon. I tell you I was brought to my feet and yelled silently within my being, yes, yes Lord yes. Read Barefoot Church by Brandon Hatmaker and look up Shane Claiborne. You will not regret it.

I would later research Mrs. Hatmaker. Ok so I was intrigued and bought her book, Interrupted. My research went as far as going out of my way to attend one of her live performances right here in Amarillo, Texas. I even lead a book study on a couple of her books. Through this thorough research I learned that sometimes a gently tug won't do. Sometimes God "interrupts" our lives with people like Mrs. Hatmaker, a woman brave enough to yell and brave enough to shove us right out of our comfort zone. Even though she is a bit much for me she has many truths we should all hear. Are you brave enough?

So now on to her new book. I have to admit she is growing on me and I am actually enjoying this read. Ok maybe swinging towards loving this book. Yes, I am even committed enough to listen to Mrs. Hatmaker speak for 10 hours!!!! Yes 10 hours. Lord speak to me however you wish by whomever you wish to speak to me through. I say yes.

Chapter 8 is titled "I want to choose my Yeses". What a concept to say yes to things we want and to do those things we say yes to without fear or with fear. No matter so long as we choose the Yes. The day I heard Mr. Hatmaker changed me and encouraged me to begin saying yes. I have been a Yes person since that day. I say say to the hard people. I say yes to the sad situations. I say yes even when I know I will fail. I say yes to serve all those no one else will. I say yes to being comfortable with being uncomfortable. If you have ever traveled with me you know I am a Yes person in the fun times too. Yes, lets have cheesecake in Southlake. Yes, lets have all the snacks in Junction before we make it to Mo Ranch. Yes, to the piano bar in Fayetteville. Yes, to the Peabody in Memphis. Yes, lets rent the convertible and drive the coast all the way to Laguna Beach. Yes, to the Opal Resort in Clearwater and yes to Maui every time yes.

I am a yes to serve, all people regardless of race, religion, gender or political affiliation. I am a yes to serve you regardless of what life has thrown at you. I pray Lord send me the people no one else will serve and those no one else will love. Lord yes to all the things and all the people. Mrs. Hatmaker book encourages us to say yes to all the things not in a way that would allow you harm but yes to things you want and are maybe to scared to say yes to. When will you start saying yes?

In this same book she also tells a story about sitting on a boat in her momma swimsuit sunbathing on a beautiful summer day.  Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she notices a newly wed couple, in their wedding attire, rowing a small boat towards the shore. Enough of the sunbathing so she leaps to grab a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She runs with the bottle and the champagne glasses in hand. She makes contact with them and embraces them as if they were hers. She loves without words and allows worth to strangers. No she didn't know them but she celebrated them anyway.

What if we were not only the Yes person that Jen talks about in her new book. What if we were the "Champagne Runners"too. Yes, the "Champagne Runners". What if we celebrated all people. In a world where we desire to qualify people as worthy before we acknowledge them or celebrate them. What if we celebrated people because they exist and because we are all neighbors in one way or another and we all matter. Yes, every single one of us matters.

Just a little rant. A couple of months ago I had a young man say to me that what I did at Living Intentionally Ministries did not matter. He said all I did was help a handful of people get their GED and that was nothing. Well it is not "nothing" to my students or to me. It is not nothing to their families or their children. It is something because they matter. I can not even imagine what it has taken my students to get to where they are today. We don't all travel the same road. So yes I will celebrate them when they register to work on their GED. I will celebrate them when they pass their Science test. I will celebrate them when they pass their Social Studies test. I will celebrate them when they pass their Language Arts test. I will celebrate them when they pass their Math test. I will celebrate them even even they don't pass. I will celebrate them for being brave enough to try. I will celebrate them when they attain their Driver License, at the age of 26. I will celebrate them when they attain employment at a local fast food place. I will celebrate them at every turn as I am a "Champagne Runner" and everyone matters to me. How about you? Will you be a "Champagne Runner"?

The Cartoon Artist

What an unsettling time in our world…huh. I am an introvert so by choice I want to stay home. It feels a little different when I no longer have the option of just getting in my car to go shopping or to go out to eat or to go down the street to get my nails done! So here I am, looking for ways to stay entertained without gaining 500 pounds. I am sure we are all getting creative as to how to stay busy and are probably all looking for ways to keep the anxiety and stress to a minimum. I am only on day two of quarantine and I’ve already tried a variety of ways to stay busy. I am not crafty and I don’t like to cook which means my choices on staying busy are limited. So, I have decided to pick up an old habit and no its not drinking and no you can’t come over, well not at this point anyway.

As you may know I am a writer and I love to write of the many ways I fail, in hopes to check myself and perhaps in hopes of helping others not make the mistakes I make on the daily. I have just not made time to write in the past two years. Yes, I have written in the past two years but it has been for work and that’s not the same as writing for yourself. If you are a writer you know what I mean. Yes, naysayers…I am a writer. Whew.. pause for a minute, perhaps I am a little testy so please bear with me or don’t. The nice thing about social media, blogs, movies, the news and so on is that we all have a choice to scroll by or to turn it off. So if you’re not a fan keep scrolling and FYI there is a delete button on Facebook too. Just saying. I assure you my kindness will return… eventually.

In 2010 I started writing every night before bed. Sometimes I would stay up till 1:00AM just writing. I did it for me. It was my time. It was my space. It was my solitude. I wrote to allow myself relief. Writing allowed me to empty my day and relieved me of the hurt, sadness and all the things unwanted for that day. About two years ago I got busy, my travel days doubled from an already busy schedule. I also had a hand in everything I could be a part of, so little by little I stopped making time to write. Looking back now I can see that is when I began to struggle.

Last month my family and I planned to attend an event in San Antonio. It was a gathering of about 30,000 people. My son, Josh sings and him and his classmates advanced to this most prestigious event. As a family, we made plans months ago to attend. Some of us were scheduled to drive and some of us were scheduled to fly. Whatever it takes, right. I am the organizer of all things travel so everything was in order and we were ready to go. As an introvert the anticipation of being part of an audience this large was daunting and I knew there would be a struggle. I know how to do this so I knew I would have to work really hard to be ok around so many people. To add to this stress , the Monday before we left I experienced a little bit of a breakdown. Ok, maybe not a little bit, it was a full blown melt down. I have been silently struggling for the past two years. Struggling mentally, spiritually and emotionally. All of this mess has been pressed down in the center of my being and on this particular day the flood gates seemed  to be giving way.

I remember that day was a busy day and that evening I was scheduled to teach a class on self-care. I know huh… how ironic. Driving home that evening everything just gave and I felt as my life came to a halt. No filter. No pretty cry. Just a raw form of weeping seeking some sort of wellbeing within the inner most part of my being. It was two days before we were scheduled to leave for San Antonio. I called my girls and my husband for support. Not even they knew of my struggles. If you had any interaction with me in the past two years you probably did not know I was struggling either. I am really good at keeping stuff to myself. So there is really no reason you would’ve known. Check on the people around you. We all have something.

A couple of years ago I wrote a book titled, Permission to Rest. It’s a great book and I wish I had done better about following the advice on the self-care chapters. But as my publisher says “writers typically write about what they struggle with”.

We leave for San Antonio as planned because after all the show must go on. There is certainly no time to whimper or to struggle. I am a mom, a wife and a Nama and stuff has to get done. My husband and I arrive a couple of days before the rest of the family so we had some time for rest and relaxation. It is important that you know God and I have not been in the best place for about two years. I’ve been upset with Him and we are not on speaking terms most of the time. Well, He is always talking to me but I am not listening. It’s true you guys, “if we draw nigh to Him, He will draws nigh to us”. In my most desperate times He sits right next to me. He holds true to His promise to “never leave me nor forsake me”. No matter how bratty I am being and no matter how I fail Him. He truly loves me. On my darkest days all I have to do is cry out and He leans in. Anybody out there know what I am talking about!??! Unfortunately, we as the church typically don't follow Gods lead. We don't understand when a Christian struggles mentally, emotionally or spiritually. We are quick to judge and are quick to question if the person struggling is praying enough, worshiping enough, involved in enough bible studies or may even suggest we might need to volunteer more. Really all I needed was to be loved. All I needed was to feel as if I was enough but instead I received “social distancing” instead. 

One afternoon while in San Antonio, my husband and I decide to take a stroll down the river walk. It was quiet and peaceful, not to many people. It isn’t long before we spot a “cartoon artist”, you know the kind of artist that draw an image of you and it looks like a cartoon. This particular artist happened to be a young Hispanic man. We take a seat and he begins to draw. I begin to ask questions of how he became an artist and he tells us of his journey. This young man overcame many obstacles to get to where he is now and to earn the amount of money he earns today. We felt so blessed that he would share his story with us. I told him “your mom must be so proud” and he replied “my mom passed away a few years ago”. I said “I hope she saw you be successful before she passed away”.  He bowed his head. My heart sank and he began to ask us questions of what we did back home. I told him we had a small non-profit called Living Intentionally and our goal was to help adults graduate with their GED.

Telling you this story reminds me of an encounter I had the other day. Someone that I assume is not a fan said to me “I don’t know why you think you are such a big deal because all you do is help a few people get their GED.” I know…and this is from a person that received their GED from a program just like mine. I am certain they were struggling with something much bigger than my GED program.

So you guys back to this artist. In my brokenness he was Jesus to me. I don't even know if he was a christian nonetheless he reached in and pulled hope to the surface. Someone that didn't know me brought a little healing to my being. We were done and I asked what the charge was. He said I want to gift this to you because if it wasn’t for people like you I may have not had the opportunity to get my GED and God knows where I would be now. The weeping begins without control and each tear comforts my brokenness. I tell him I can’t accept the gift. I want to pay him but he insists. Without thought I reach over, like a mother embrace him and kiss him on the cheek. I softly whisper “your mom would be so proud”.

Keep doing what you are doing. You are making a difference. You will always have naysayers but rest assured that there will always also be people that love you like Jesus.

Nickels, Dimes and Jesus

I lead a book club titled the Learners. Our second book is titled Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in American by Barbara Ehrenreich. Ms. Ehrenreich is a highly educated middle class journalist. She decides to go undercover to investigate exactly how the working class poor make it on minimum wage. It sounds much like an extra long episode of Undercover Boss. I am thrilled at the opportunity to learn.

 

This author talks in detail about the plans and hardships on finding economical and suitable housing and then without pause begins the uphill battle of seeking employment near this prized “economical” housing she has discovered. I must say I am touched by her desire to dive right in regardless of the mud and mess she encounters. All in an effort of dispelling the myths, misconceptions and stereo types of the working class poor.

She has me and I am intently hanging on to her every word. Pause. Rewind. Stop. I do not know what happened everything was going so well. Somehow, I have just been sucker punched and my desire to learn more about nickels and dimes is no longer present. The rug has just been pulled out from underneath me and for no reason at all. I do not understand why this paragraph, which does not really fit into this storyline, is here.  Somewhere in this book about poverty, she speaks of one day after work looking for something to do that would not cost money. She happens to notice a church service, taking place across the way so she decides to attend. After this excerpt in the book, all I hear is anger, criticism and judgement. She begins judging another type of human. Which I am baffled by. You cannot or rather you should not honor one human and in the same breath dishonor another merely by how he or she believes.

My heart hurts as she slyly begins to take a dig at Christianity. I continue reading even though I am jabbed from time to time. I think the perception here may be if you have met one Christian, you have met them all. The misconception is if one Christian behaves badly they all behave badly. These misconceptions of Christians are similar to those of people living in poverty. This is as absurd as saying because you have known one person in poverty taking advantage of the system they are all taking advantage of the system. Just not, so on both accounts.

If you know me you probably know I love Jesus. I am a Christian and the very thing that enables me to love my neighbor is the God I serve. I work hard to dispel myths, misconceptions and stereo types about people living in poverty.  Actually, I consider it my life’s work (Isaiah 61) and I do this because I am a Christian. These hostile characterizations and judgmental bigotries people have placed on me because I am a Christian are just not so. Yes, some people misrepresent Christianity but not all people do.

Yes, some Christians sit on the sidelines while some of us are working hard out on the field, others are coaching and calling plays and yet others sit injured in the locker room (sometimes injury caused by their fellow Christians). Some have just been recruited while others are beginning their first day of basic training. What is often excluded is the truth about how so many of these Christians are out there making touchdown after touchdown. Yet more often than not, we are all judged as if we were all that one foul mouthed player waiting to be sentenced for all his unspeakable crimes. The Jesus I serve is perfect not the people that serve him. I do not say this to give a pass to unsavory behavior displayed at times by us Christians in “training”. I say this because no one is perfect Christian or not.

My takeaway from this book has nothing to do with poverty but rather it has affirmed that we as people will judge those we do not understand. I am a Christian and in love I say to those who judge me for being a Christian, your judgments, stereotypes and misconceptions are just not so of me. If you would take the time to get to know me, you would learn that I am not a person that hates this party or that party even though some that call themselves Christians do. If you would take the time to get to know me, you would learn that I am not for children being separated from their mothers even though some of the people in the political party I am affiliated with may be. If you would take the time to get to know me, you would learn that I do not hate nor judge people that believe different than I do even though some that call themselves Christians do. If you would take the time to get to know me, you would learn that I do not hate because the color of your skin maybe different from mine even though some that call themselves Christians do.

I no longer want to learn about nickels or dimes.

 

I want to teach,

how to love,

with Love,

all people.

See me today and in May

I had the pleasure of getting together with a couple of friends this evening. We sit and speak of the need that surrounds us.  We speak with a deep desire to help those we know and with the same desire we speak of  helping those we do not know. We speak of loss, we speak of life, we speak of answered prayers and we speak of unanswered prayers. In the center of this humble place we humbly bow our heads and seek to be heard by our Maker. Peace surrounds us and in this place we pray. Yes, we pray for you.

We ask with certainty because we are certain that He hears our cry.  We pray that God allow you safety, we pray that God allow you health, we pray that God allow you provision and we pray that comfort would be upon you in this season of  Christmas. We continue and pray for those that have no home, we pray for those that have no warmth, we pray for those struggling in violent homes and we pray for those that cannot seem to find peace and yes we also pray for you.

Today my day is filled with people trickling in and out and everyone of them in need.  I don't know what it is about the holiday season but it puts me in a place where my only desire is to give. The need to want to qualify someone as worthy before I give does not seem to be present. I do not guess I am alone in this because there are more phone calls, more emails, more donations and yes more visits from people willing to help during this joyous time of year. It makes me wish it was Christmas all year round. I pray that God allow us a sweet simple reminder of the need that exist even past this Christmas season. The need is the same in December as it is in May, it is just easier to ignore the need when the Christmas spirit is not among us.  So again I pray and yes again I pray for you.

Before my head rests on my comfy pillow and I begin to bury my self within the blanket layers on a bed that sits nestled in my nice warm house. Again my head bows and tears consume me as I pray  that my heart be open not just during the Christmas season and friend please know that I love you so yes again I pray the same for you.

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What I've learned

Its cold outside and I can't seem to find my coat. My black boots are the ones I wish I would lose but I guess that's discussion for another day. I had a birthday yesterday and well it allowed me time to pause and reflect on what I have learned this past year. I learned that I need to love more, give more and do more. Life is short and I don't want it to pass me by. I don't ever want life to have its way with me. Sometimes we are arrogant enough to believe that "it" can't happen to us and then "it" does. Not one of us is exempted from anything. All we have is this moment we are not even guaranteed the rest of the day. So there is not time for anger and hate because well that is just wasted time. It does not add anything to you or anyone else for that matter.

It has been a tough year as well a year filled with beautiful lessons. The hardest part of my year was seeing friends and family struggle with illness, death and an array of other things. I still seem to struggle with the loss of my sweet PRO intern, Lacie. It  has been months and her office is still set up. I haven't had the heart to clear her stuff off the desk and I haven't let anyone use it either. Sounds crazy but its just the way I choose to process this loss. I am reminded of all the good that can be done every time I pass by her desk. I am also reminded that we are all working through something so lets do our best to do unto others as we would want them to do unto us.

Don't let life have its way with you...live and live with intent. Do what you do on purpose and add value to everyone you come in contact with.

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Man behind me at the Panda Express

To the young man behind me at Panda Express. I want to share with you a little bit about me and my family. During the day I serve families that need assistance in meeting their basic needs. I work across the country in hopes of causing awareness about people living in poverty and sharing ways to better connect with people living in poverty. I do my best every day to live my purpose in life. Isaiah 61 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. When I’m not at work I am a wife, mother to four beautiful children and I am Nama to a beautiful little boy named Tristan. My husband Jacob serves with in the school district. My daughter Keila serves in a different corner of the city. She serves cancer patients 8-5 Monday through Friday. My younger daughter Christian is 12 hours away at the University of Sioux Falls in South Dakota and every day she serves 22 young ladies that live on her floor. My youngest son Josh recently injured his ankle and is now recovering from surgery and he too serves at whatever capacity he is able to. Now my oldest son JD, well he is a Marine and he too recently had surgery. He was injured during training and it has taken almost two years to finally get him the surgery he has needed since his accident. It was difficult at home when my son was away at boot camp but we honored the way he chose to serve. So as his family we supported him 100%. It was hard to see our grandson struggle because his uncle was away. This little guy didn’t understand why someone he loves so much wouldn’t come home. As a family we found it difficult to sleep, at night, not knowing what our son was going through. We spent many nights on our knees in prayer.

Young man behind me at Panda Express our family has had a trying few months with injury, surgeries, loss and goodbyes.  To be completely honest it has been overwhelming. You caught me at a vulnerable moment. I was sitting in line asking God for my son.

Young man behind me at Panda Express I want you to know I am not a political person and I have recently began working on guarding my heart. Which for me simply means I am careful of what I read in the paper, social media and careful what I watch. I find it hurtful to read things like men and women choosing to kneel or sit when they should be standing in honor of the flag. A while back my son made the decision to enlist and by doing so he understood that he would serve those that honored him and his family as well as those that didn’t.  He was willing to sacrifice himself in order that others may have the freedoms we have today as well as the freedoms we are working towards.  We have come a long way in our country but we still have a long way to go.

So to those that choose to sit or kneel your lack of respect will not deter our military. Every day they will wake way before any one of us and every day they will stand watch and make sure our freedoms are intact.  So let me take this opportunity to encourage you to make your point in a different manner. Instead of sitting please stand, together we can work towards more freedoms. If you want to kneel, kneel in prayer and pray for our military and their families. Kneel to help someone out of an unwanted situation. Kneel as you lay flowers on a grave for some that has given their life for our freedom.  

 So young man behind me at the Panda Express, today I extend a heart filled thank you. Tears run down my face as I pray and ask God on your behalf. Thank you for honoring the momma of a Marine. Thank you for honoring my family. Thank you for honoring all military and their families. When you honor one of us you honor all of us but most of all thank you for honoring my Marine.

Are you a Life Changer?

Finally Friday!

I wake early dreading the events of the day before me. I gather myself just long enough to make it to my friend’s front porch. We sit sipping tea talking of the events this week has brought. This week started last Friday late in the evening. My son Josh was sliding into base and broke his ankle in two different places. When we arrived to take him to the emergency room his foot was facing the wrong direction. My baby was a trooper but his momma was not because I about passed out twice while in the ER. Little did I know at the time that last Friday would be the beginning of a very long week?

Must we have Mondays?

As you know my little sissy is fighting cancer and she is scheduled to have here port put in first thing Monday morning. I am silent in prayer asking that all goes well. Anxious because I cannot be there. I shift thoughts and I give thanks to God that on this day I celebrate because at 10:47AM, 14 years ago my Josh was born. His birthday celebration begins at the surgeon’s office as we attempt to schedule surgery for the following day. This day is almost out but not before we begin to deal with an allergic reaction to the codeine he was given to subdue the pain.

Thankfully Tuesday?

Josh is scheduled for surgery at 12:30PM I arrive at 11:00AM only to be sent home to try again at 2:00PM. Thankfully at 4:00PM we are ready and willing and at this point he is ready to eat cardboard because he hasn’t eaten since the night before. He is finally wheeled back and suddenly the clock on the wall doesn’t seem to be working as the hands move ever so slightly. Then when I cannot hold on any longer we are out and finally settled at home.

Wonderful Wednesday?

Early Wednesday morning my little sissy is scheduled for her first round of chemo and again I cannot be there to make sure she is well. So I pray and I ask for peace. Not even an hour in to her chemo my daughter receives word that her best friend’s husband has passed away unexpectedly while on his way to work. My heart hurts for this precious woman. I can’t and don’t want to imagine her brokenness. All day my heart is heavy for all of her coworkers, her family and friends. Silently I thank God for life.

Finally headed home but not before I stop to get my Josh a bite to eat.  I’m sitting in line at a fast food place and my phone rings. It is Mrs. Cook, kindly she begins to speak, informing me that our PRO intern and her momma were in a car accident earlier today. Tragically they have both passed away.

Teary Thursday!

I arrive at work and finally in my office I sit at my desk. One moment of peace before my phone again rings. It is the father of my precious intern. He speaks through broken words to let me know that his baby girl is gone. Unable to hold the tears I cry with him and ask if there is anything I can do. I am broken and at this point in the week it is too much for me to handle. So I cry out to my Father and ask that He rescue me.  Psalm 4:1 Answer me when I call to you, my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; have mercy on me and hear my prayer.

Friday ….

I have agreed to meet with the family and the pastor at the church. The goal is to share of the beauty this intern has left behind. Gathered in a room at the church, through brokenness we love without words and we are one for having the opportunity to have loved, even if it was only for a short while. Today I begin to prepare my heart, for the funeral that awaits us tomorrow. Sorrow will not consume me I will live in blessing and my heart will be full. Thankful that God saw fit to place this intern in my life.  I am blessed with the honor of speaking at her memorial on the day she is laid to rest. Not sure what I will say but I do know I will speak love. I know she would want me too

This week did not break me it allowed me a moment to pause, what an amazing time to be alive. Yes I know everywhere we turn there is chaos and yet beauty still surfaces. Uncertainty at every corner and still there is peace. Gently I remind you that we serve a God that is bigger than this chaos and this hurt.  There is not one of us that has time to be waiting for a certain person to be elected into office or for a new policy to be put into place.  We are not promised tomorrow. No not a one of us. All of our todays are numbered and we don’t have a single one to waste so it’s up to each of us to do something on this today.  We are each empowered to choose, daily how we will love. Will we be a Life Changer and establish peace on this earth or will we do our part to create chaos and hurt? Loving is simple, be kind to those that aren’t kind and show patience to those that aren’t patient.

Lacie White was my PRO intern and she was a Life Changer. She gave so much more than she took. She counted all people as worthy.  She loved the unlovable and she included the excluded.  She was kind to those in need of kindness. She was patient to those in need of patience. Lacie died on August 10^th 2016 and even though she has left this earth her impact on this earth and humanity will remain.

Love and live life intentionally…………