Tuesday, February 6, 2018….the day we ‘lost’ Lexi…again. Here is my tribute to the best.dog.ever.

We got Lexus (her real name) and her brother Lincoln (I really liked cars) in July of 2008. She was born on May 23, 2008.  She was 8 weeks old when her brother Lincoln fell into our pool and drowned. I think to this day that is why she hated the water. She freaked out every time we got in the pool and if a child was near the pool you could bet Lexi would be between them and the waters edge.

We felt bad about her losing her brother so we went out and got another doggy friend for her….Jaguar…Jag for short. Jag was a little challenged…we think he was not bred well and he was always a little goofy…but nonetheless he made a perfect friend for Lexi as he would follow her anywhere she went. I don’t even remember potty-training her as she was what we referred to as ‘the perfect dog’.  Friends became ‘lovers’ as they decided to make some puppies.  Unfortunately, Jag fell sick from some type of virus and he died in my arms one month before the puppies came….Lexi became a momma at the ripe old age of 1-1/2 years old.  She was the best momma ever to those two pups, Mercedes and Gxsr. (Brooke named hers Gsxr….she wanted a motorcycle, I wanted cars!)

So you guessed it….both pups stayed at our house and Lexi was one happy momma! They slept together throughout the day…and played….but always laid down ‘touching each other’….it was so beautiful to watch them grow together.

When the pups were six months old we had a get together and someone had left our gate opened and we did not know. The next morning Mercedes decided she would see what was beyond the gate….and momma Lexi followed after her. They traveled for a few days together as the search was intense….us, the neighbors, friends, Animal Shelter and even the Police Department searching for them. I just knew they would come back! Lexi would never stay away from home.

As the days went on they were seen separately about 8-10 miles from our home…but we could never get to them on time. The people who reported seeing them would verify…yep that was them in the picture, but they were long gone. Days, weeks and then months…60 days to be exact…went by and no doggies. I think I cried every day. Lexi hated storms and it had rained and stormed at least five or six times by now. I could just picture her in my mind trying to find shelter.

I went to the Animal Shelter every day the first month….and then every Monday and Thursday. Thursday was a very crucial day at the shelter because if the pit bulls were not claimed that was the day they were put down. Monday was a busy day for us so I pushed off going until Tuesday….and when I walked into the kennel on Tuesday morning I could not believe my eyes….and neither could she…LEXI WAS HOME!!!! She was found 60 miles from our home, 60 days after she had left. She was a mess. She had bites, fleas, sunburn and was bleeding on her paws and under her legs…..and had lost about 10-15 pounds. BUT SHE WAS HOME!  I took her to the veterinarian, he checked her out and off we went to get groomed and flea dipped and finally HOME! She did not leave our side….and NEVER left through that gate again for years….and never alone.

We never found Mercedes. Gsxr moved to another home with a new family when Brooke moved to an apartment…and again….Lexi was alone. But she was happy…and she was HOME!

In 2015 we made a cross country move to California. Lexi was not a happy car rider but she trucked across the countryside…Roy on his motorcycle and our friends driving our car with Lexi in tow. A little Benadryl along the way and again she was HOME in her new house at the beach in California. Little did we know the new role she would play in the upcoming year.

As many of you know, our son Tim lost his life to the effects of radiation cancer treatments in 2015. Lexi would truck up and down the stairs at the Pierpont house to check on Tim on the third level…down to the second level to check on Pops and finally settle in with Brooke or Noah on the first level for the night. She loved the third level where Tim was because the sunshine was always on the deck! Even after he passed she made the trek up there to settle in for her sunbathing….or lay in his closet. She was not big on the beach and the sand…but if the sun was out you could find Lexi in it somewhere.

Lexi became the keeper of Noah. She was his rock. She never left his side. On his lap. In his bed. Waiting at his door to come out. Waiting at the front door waiting for him to come home from school. Sitting next to the dining room table waiting for him to finish. She was going to be with him until her last days…..and she truly was.

When she became sick with a mammary gland tumor in September 2017 we decided to have it removed and pray that it would take care of everything. Brooke worked at an amazing veterinarian office in Channel Islands and they did an amazing job….and Lexi healed up as if nothing had happened! Her tests came back that the tumor was cancerous…and that she had Osteo Sarcoma/Bone Cancer. We did not want to believe it…but we made the decision to ride it out and take whatever time God let us have with her. In January of 2018 she started having signs of struggling to go up and down the stairs. Then her breathing became difficult. The x-rays showed a massive amount of fast growing tumors had grown inside of her (she had none in September of 2017) and they were pressing on her lungs causing breathing difficulty. Our time left with Lexi had started to countdown.

On Lexi’s final day, she could not make it down the stairs. Noah had to carry her. Her breathing was difficult even with the pain meds and the steroids. Her day to cross the Rainbow Bridge had been scheduled for the next day, Wednesday, February 7th at noon. Her and Roxy shared a huge egg and bacon and peanut butter toast breakfast on Tuesday morning. Noah went off to school…but that afternoon her breathing was labored and her and I went outside to sit in the sun…and cross over that bridge doing what she loved best….sun bathing. She could not lay down….as each time she did the tumors would press on her lungs and she could not breathe.

Lexi stopped breathing that day….out in the sun. Noah was on his way home and I prayed to God please let him get home and be able to say goodbye to her. I talked to Lexi and told her to ‘hang on for Noah, he’s almost home”….and she would sit up and gasp for air waiting on him to come home one last time. He made it home and he carried her to the car and we made that long drive to the veterinarian’s office….it was time.

As the family all stood around her saying our goodbyes, she knew it was time too. They took her in the back to place the iv in her and just the pain from that was enough to take her last breath from her. They brought her back in for us to hold her and talk her the rest of the way to the Rainbow Bridge, where we know Tim was waiting for her.

She was an amazing dog who touched so many lives…we know the day she left us, the day we once again lost our Lexi, our eyes were filled with tears of sadness and broken hearts, but Tim’s were filled with tears of joy as he welcomed her HOME once again.

We will see you again LexiAnnieBananie……my peanut butter toast breakfasts just aren’t the same without you.



DETOUR…The first thing that comes to my mind is orange barrels and Michigan. Not that they don’t have construction barrels in California…I think the difference is if you see a barrel in California you can bet you will see a construction crew working. In Michigan you almost wonder if they use the roads to store them…just my thoughts.

What is a DETOUR? The dictionary says it is an indirect path, a way around something.  I guess that means most of us have participated in a detour….making us a detourist! I think I would much rather be a tourist…especially when I have my whole trip planned out, I do not want to adjust for any detours to mess up my plans! But isn’t that what happens? At some point in our lives, when we least expect it, a DETOUR happens and everything just seems to fall apart.

I remember someone telling me when I was younger and a very impatient driver, that when there is a detour in the road and you have to take another route, or you are running late, it may just be God’s way of saving you from an accident or other catastrophe. And as you become older you start to look at things from that prospective…especially when you come upon an accident that happened just minutes before you…if you had not stopped for gas (that you should have gotten the night before) or lost your keys, you may have been involved in that accident too! Detours can possibly save our lives.

When was the first DETOUR you recall in your life? Let me take you through my journey of DETOURS…Detours of Planned Futures, Moves, Divorce, Faith, Grace, Mended Relationships, Sickness, Death, and Career.

I was 17 years old, graduating from high school and making plans for college. I really wanted to go to California and attend an interior design college. I didn’t have the courage to leave and go that far from home, so I decided to sign up for the local community college. Social work…that would be my major. But…wait…DETOUR! Surprise…I WAS PREGNANT! So instead, I graduated from high school (pregnant) in June, started a full-time accounting job the day after graduation, was married in August at age 17, turned 18 in November and delivered a bouncing baby boy, Timothy, in January! That was my first major DETOUR. But I will say I was glad that I traveled that road. That detour led me down a path where I gave birth to two more beautiful daughters and I cannot imagine what my life would have been like without my children.

My next DETOUR happened just three years later when my husband announced we were moving from Michigan to California. I had two weeks to pack. I was leaving my family behind. Needless to say, my mom was affected by that DETOUR the most. She had cared for Timothy (Timmy) from the time he was 6 weeks old and now he was three years old and I was just ‘taking’ him from her. It was a very emotional DETOUR for me and my mom. We settled in southern California in 1982. Four years later, and a lot of bumpy roads in between, we DETOURED back to Michigan in 1986. In 1994, our marriage took a wrong turn, and my life took another major DETOUR.

The DETOUR of divorce can be devastating. I used to think divorce was almost as bad, if not worse than death. When there are children involved there is no closure. Ever. With death, at least you have some type of closure. You always have the shared birthdays, holidays, vacations to deal with. And after they are adults it really doesn’t get much better. It’s harder to hide the pain of ‘sharing’ them on their birthdays, and not waking up on Christmas morning with them, when they are older. Eventually they realize they are hurting someone by not being with them…and the heart ache of divorce continues its attack. This is quite possibly your childs’ first DETOUR.

Six years after my divorce, I finally sought counseling through a DivorceCare program through our church and my life took a DETOUR that led me down a narrow road into the arms of God. I had never really searched for God too much. I sought after many other men trying to fill the void left in my heart after a failed marriage and no self-esteem, but that was a bunch of DETOURS and wrong turns that I chose on my own….they didn’t work out too well! I am glad God was there to show me the narrow path. Occasionally the narrow path would tempt me with twists and turns, but I chose to stay close to God.

Then God took me on a DETOUR that I was sure He messed up on. He crossed my path with my husband, Roy. We really had nothing in common, except we both played chess. There were parts of Roy’s life I would never understand. Things I was exposed to that I had only heard about in other people’s lives. What kind of a DETOUR was this? I had to ask myself what did I do wrong? I was leading a Single Women’s Bible Study, helping organize the Singles Friday night volleyball group, Church twice a week and spending all my free time with my kids and my grandson…why would God lead me down this road? Well, He was right. He hadn’t messed up. I had some lessons to learn and Roy allowed God to use him to help teach me. Do you ever stop and think of the people who God has used in your life to help you ‘learn’ a lesson? How many DETOURS has God led you down and you still haven’t figured it out yet? I am still learning lessons with my husband. They are tests that I feel I fail miserably at times, but I have a very forgiving God (and husband) that knows my heart. The lesson of grace and mercy are still challenging for me…but I think I just about got them down.

And then, the biggest DETOUR ever to come into anyone’s lives hit me like a ton of bricks….

The DETOUR was Cancer. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t a parent or a sibling or a friend…it was my child. My first born. I knew this time God had to have assigned the wrong person. I was 2400 miles away. But you know when God throws a DETOUR out there we have two choices….we can run and take the other road that everyone else travels that leads to nowhere but destruction in the end, or we can take that path God laid out in front of us and TRUST HIM to bring us through this construction of our soul. I had to EMBRACE THIS DETOUR….and put all of my faith in God.

March of 2015, I received the call that any parent dreads…my 36 year old son has cancer. Two days later I found my husband putting me on a plane to California for an indefinite amount of time. He would stay back and take care of our home, his elderly father and our business. I knew in my head I would not be home until my son was back on his feet again, however long that took! Stage 2 Squamous Cell Carcinoma, base of tongue tumor. The only treatment is chemo and radiation. It was a long road ahead….DETOUR signs everywhere along the way. One DETOUR led my ex-husband to the house with all of us…my ex, my husband, my kids and me…..all together after almost 25 years of barely speaking, and certainly not speaking nicely when words were spoken. But that was one of God’s DETOURS along this journey. After all those years, we had no choice but to join forces and travel down the path that would lead our son back to good health. We had to be on this path together for our son and our daughters and our grandson. God used the DETOUR to heal a broken relationship of over 20 years. Again, it was a DETOUR that I am glad God led me down. The circumstances of the detour were horrendous…but so are broken relationships that have torn a family apart for over 20 years. Praise God that it is now mended. If you have a broken relationship, take the time to travel down the path to mending. Take your own DETOUR and ask God to help you mend your family back together.

I wish I could say that was the end of the cancer DETOUR…but sadly it was not. The DETOUR came to the point where there was nowhere left to turn. There was no fork in the road, no bridge to cross, no mountain to climb over. The road we had taken was gone, washed out. The effects of the two-a-day radiation treatments (Over sixty total!) had damaged Tim’s carotid arteries and although he beat the nasty cancer inside of him, the effects of the treatment showed its ugly face while he was fighting to gain his strength back at physical therapy. Our son coughed, his carotid artery ruptured and he was gone in three minutes. There were no more DETOURS for him to battle in his life. The only road he had left to travel led him into the arms of God.

And that leads us up to our last two DETOURS thus far in our journey here on earth. Although my husband and I, and my daughter and her husband, had planned on moving to California within a couple of years of my son, grandson and youngest daughters move…we moved up that date. This DETOUR led us into settling in a sunny beach town in southern California and the privilege to continue raising our grandson (with his mom who was residing in Arizona) now that my son was gone. With family surrounding us every day it seems that the DETOUR leading up to this detour could be looked upon as the worse detour anyone could ever face, the reality of it is this…DETOURS are our journey that God chooses for us. We have to ask ourselves is it truly a DETOUR or was it just our path to begin with? Just because it doesn’t go exactly as it was planned in our agenda, does not mean that it wasn’t the path that God had for us all along.

And our last DETOUR. One that has been very heart wrenching for my husband and myself. We had been in business with a leadership group for over seven years when the DETOUR that took our son hit us. Through all the twists and turns and the 2400 mile move our business was failing. Was it not a good fit in southern California? Did the business make changes that just weren’t working? Were our hearts just not in it anymore? It doesn’t matter why it didn’t work…the point is it was not working. We stepped aside mentally to decide what our options were. It was time to move on and I am so glad we followed God’s lead. If we had stayed where we were I don’t think I would be here. My health was at rock bottom. The stress of losing my son and losing our business had taken its toll on me. I had no hope.

We were then introduced to an opportunity to join a new company. One that we thought would thrive in the southern California environment. One that we thought we could build together with our established business. Although things did not work out as planned with our previous business…DETOUR…we are hopeful for our future. Our new health and wellness business has taken a very special place in our heart after losing our son. All the money in the world means nothing if you do not have your health.

Our new detour has introduced us to the world of VASAYO MicroLife products. A new business. A new mentor. New friends. New business partners. A new product. A new life.

My life was devastated when my son passed away. I was not me anymore. Part of my heart went missing. My whole family was suffering the loss of their son, brother and dad…and their wife, mom and grandma. I was dead inside. The products that I have used from Vasayo have brought me back to life again. They have given me hope. They have given me a reason to get out of bed. To smile. To work for a cause. To be the wife, mom and grandma that God has created me to be. And I feel healthy again.

We lived through a DETOUR that could have devastated us or developed us. We chose to let it develop us. Trust me there have been many bumpy roads, road closures, U turns, mountains and valleys…but when GOD says DETOUR…follow Him…it really isn’t a detour….it was your journey to begin with.


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WOW! Its been a while since I have blogged.  Our life took a turn in March of 2015 when our son was diagnosed and later lost his battle with cancer.  Life should not end abruptly at age 36. Especially the life of your son.  I will post a few blogs on dealing with all of the nonsense of cancer and losing a child and grief later….but for today…I will say it’s good to be back!

My husband read a book by WILLIE JOLLEY called SETBACKS ARE A SETUP FOR COMEBACK. Excellent book and I highly recommend it! Setbacks teach us lessons…most times they are hard lessons.  But needless to say, the hard lessons are the ones we grow from the most.  We grew from our setback.


Since March of 2015 we have made it THROUGH:

*diagnosis of cancer of our son Tim

*moving cross country, away from my husband and Michigan family to California, to help Tim fight this ugly demon

*selling our homes in Michigan and our whole famiy making the permanent move to CA

*watching our grandson and daughters (and ourselves) learning to feed Tim through a feeding tube, use suction machine, and all other kinds of medical procedures that we never dreamt we would be able to do as he fought daily to survive

*watching my father-in-law suffer through a broken hip and hip replacement surgery at 93 years old, and a few months later dealing with my husband’s full hip replacement surgery

*planning two memorial services (California and Michigan)for our son who was way too young to die and fought way too hard to live

*raising our grandson—the biggest  blessing that came out of this horrendous trial

*facing holidays, birthdays and every day without our son, father and brother

*battling depression, anxiety and panic attacks….and major crying meltdowns

*moving out of his house

*starting a new business after our other business just kind of fell apart due to company changes that just didn’t appeal to the West Coast culture

*and the big one……learning to trust God again

Sooooo…..I am sure I have left out many other trials that came from this one horrific trial…..but these were enough.  You get the picture. One setback can set you up for many hard lessons. Lessons we would not have chosen to learn, but God felt it was necessary for us to according to HIS timing….not ours.

So what is your setback?  What has caused you stop dead in your tracks and wonder why? How will I ever recover from this setback?  Whatever it is know that GOD DOES NOT MAKE MISTAKES! Not once has He ever looked down and said…..”Oooops, wrong person!” and that is what kept me sane during the setback…and allowed me to start celebrating the comeback!


We must take a few steps to bring ourselves out of the setback….it won’t happen on its own. Trust me I waited for it and it did not happen!

#1 Get Out of YOUR Head! Regroup. Step outside of the picture and look in. How much is this setback going to matter in 1-5 years? In the case of a death it will always have a lasting effect on a family….but guess what…life still goes on….with or without you. And the one that passed….they would never want us to mope around in our depression. Take time to grieve and then yes….we HAVE to move on.

#2 We must ACCEPT what is done, is done!  We can’t change history. Like a fork in the road we must choose to take the high road and we can’t look back because we cannot undo what is done. Be rational and think smart…not emotional. The setback is done. The comeback is waiting.

#3 Find the GOOD in the setback.  This is a tough one. Hard to find the good in a death. It’s hard to find the good in losing everything, failed marriages, job loss….but there is good there. You gain a story, a testimony that when shared with others can help lift others out of their setback. Be grateful for everything else that could have gone wrong that didn’t!

#4 Set yourself up for a COMEBACK with specific intentions.  Become unstoppable. Take care of yourself! If that setback didn’t kill you then you are ready for the biggest comeback ever.

*DON’T CLAIM YOUR SETBACK!  It’s not yours to keep. Never claim an illness or loss as “my arthritis”, “my sciatic nerve” ….it is THE arthritis, THE sciatic nerve…..Talk to the setback as if it were Goliath and you are DAVID! It will not destroy you….it will not win the battle…..it will be defeated and you will be the winner….God is on your side…..THIS IS MY LIFE AND IT’S TIME FOR YOU ‘SETBACK’ TO MOVE ON OUT!

*DEFINE WHAT IT IS THAT YOUR COMEBACK WILL LOOK LIKE!  Have a clear vision of what your comeback will be. What are you going to do to acquire the comeback. And WRITE IT ALL DOWN!!!!!  Incorporate all five senses and remember to capture this picture in your head and play it over and over.

#5 SET GOALS! So many times we say we want something but our actions don’t reveal the desire to really obtain it. Our desire must become our passion in order for us to sacrifice enough to go after it.  How bad do you want to change the setback to a comeback?  Dream BIG!  Your dream must be bigger than the setback that caused you to want out! Set daily goals to get you out of the setback…as you achieve them start setting long term goals.

Getting THROUGH your setback can happen….and it will happen.  You must stay positive and remember to always look forward.  We cannot change yesterday.  God wants to bring us out better than we were before.  Don’t fear the change. Don’t fear the lesson. Just grow through the setback and enjoy the biggest comeback you can ever imagine. If you haven’t experienced a setback…believe me there is one waiting for you out there. Don’t be afraid. WE WILL RISE AGAIN AND AGAIN!

Micah 7:8  Rejoice not against me, O my enemy: when I fall, I shall arise; when I sit in darkness, the LORD shall be alight unto me.

We will rise again.


Because of Him,


(5 steps taken from excerpts of http://www.GetBetterHQ.com)


familyLast month my life literally revolved around the ocean. I had the opportunity to spend time in Southern California with my family and I have to admit that I became addicted to the ocean! The fact that they live five houses down the lane from the sand certainly helped with the addiction!

The smells, the sounds, the waves, the sand, the shells, the rocks, the birds, the sunrises, the sunsets, the clouds, the dogs, the people…but mostly the overall creation that God Himself has made for us to enjoy…a true gift from God. Everywhere I looked there was another one of God’s creations. How many of you have actually enjoyed this gift of the ocean from God? How many gifts from God do we just shrug off on a daily basis because we are so busy ‘living life’? How many living, breathing, walking gifts from God have we just ‘set aside’ because we don’t have time to spend with them right now? Have you lost a gift from God and can never replace it? Do you long to get that gift back? My gift of Jacqueline Lewis, my friend and mentor, was revived again as I challenged myself on a jetty one morning…to face the pain of taking her friendship and mentorship for granted. Jackie was a gift from God that seems lost forever…but something happened one day…God returned that ‘gift’ back to me.

I spent at least 2-3 hours at the beach almost every day.


Walking: Some days I walked up to two hours along the shoreline, up and down the lanes, through the parks that connected along the oceanside…and almost everyday I would catch a glimpse of someone who resembled Jackie.



Talking: I made many new friends, not just human…this seal was ‘talking’ to us in a harsh way as we ‘interrupted’ her rest on the jetty, soaking up the sun, until she had the strength to get back out there and challenge the harsh surf that she had rode in on earlier that day. And the dogs…they were everywhere, making it hard for me as I dealt with the separation from our dog Lexi. I had never been away from her for that long and I wondered what she was thinking…had I died, had I abandoned her forever? Because of the dogs…I would constantly recall Jackies ‘love’ for dogs…and pigs. (Inside joke)

Reading: I read. Although it was so hard most days because the sound of the waves would pull you into the ocean as they crashed hard…sounding like thunder. However, many books did get read in those four weeks! And I recalled that Jackie always asked me what books I was reading and in the time we did mentor she never suggested any books…she said I was ‘on point’ with my reading and it showed. (That always made me smile)


Catching some sun: I definitely changed my skintone a couple shades of tan while visiting with the sun daily. My Vitamin D level should be good for another month now! And yes mom, I used sunscreen protection! And yes…the sun filled me with the same warmth that Jackie’s smile did! She would smile, say ‘hey girl’ and give me a hug…it was that kind of warmth…the kind that warms your heart from the inside out.


bird footprintsWatching the birds: Many of the birds were so small, yet the power of the waves as it hit the shoreline seemed so hard and you would think it would just knock them over…but they just scurried along and played tag with the water and the foam as it rushed them inland. Their ‘footprints in the sand’ reminded me that God also gives them the strength to win the game against the ocean. It reminded me of Jackie and her small stature….but mighty from stage because God gave her the strength to speak on the challenging topics that were sometimes hard to talk about…he gave her the transparency to connect with thousands…and that she did!


Picking up shells/rocks: Each rock had its own story of how the sea whirled it from shore to shore and landed it at my feet as if it had just been freshly polished. Each shell was covered in sand and boasted stripes and colors only the sea and God could create. It reminded me of one of Jackie’s favorite stories about the starfish and how she made the difference to the ONE starfish she just threw back to the sea…Jackie made a difference to this ‘starfish’ too.

play oceanWatching my family: I spent many days watching my grandson and my grown children, challenge the strength of the ocean as the waves pounded them into the water and sand while they tried to get that perfect ride into shore. They would go back for more! It made me long for the days to stop right there. For them to never lose the sense of how it felt to play in the water, to challenge the waves, to let the waves crash them into the water as if they were a rag, and to have that sense of trust that God will not let them get lost in the power of the ocean. (We only had one ‘casualty’…Kevin’s phone, easily replaced) I know Jackie knew how it felt to watch her family play hard and cuddle even harder, as she spent many days just cuddling with them and loving on them and teaching them to love hard and play hard…for we never know when those days will be gone. But the same protection that kept my family safe in the ocean is keeping Jackie’s children safe and protected from the waves of life as they face them without their mom.


Feeling the water and the sand between my toes: Wow! All I can say is it was exhilarating and soft and warm and cold…and it summoned you back daily to take off your shoes and feel Gods creation with your soul. I know Jackie loved the sun and the water and the ocean and the sand…because she always sent pictures just like this to prove it! (Baaahaaaahaaaa)


sunrise cross

Watching the sunrise: I only woke once to watch the sunrises…my husband is a better ‘morning person’ than me. He rose everyday and spent that special time with God. The Sabbath morning I awoke with my husband and we watched the sunrise amongst the marina…and the masts of the ships formed a cross in the rising Son/sun…I knew God was with us. It was a special time for both of us. And the cross represented the sacrifice that God made for us…and for Jackie…so that we could spend eternity with Him.



Watching the sunset: The sunset to me was breathtaking! It appeared so similar in the many, many sunset pictures I posted continuously throughout our trip…but the naked eye verses the camera was no comparison. None! The gathering of each lane of residents as they walked slowly to the shore, every night to chat and watch the sunset yet again…another day gone to rest. Thinking that my dear friend could see Gods greatness right along with me warmed my soul.


jettyBut the most impact came from the time I just sat on this jetty and meditated on God’s greatness and gifts. I have never felt as close to God as I did during those times. Most times it was just silent in my heart as the waves around me crashed, the birds sang, the dogs barked and played in the water, the people laughed, and the children giggled and splashed in the cold winter waves.

And then one day I decided I would listen to the song that played during the tribute to Jackie and her video of memories…Somewhere Over the Rainbow/Israel Kamakawiwo’Ole. It was then that God brought back that gift of Jackie. As the tears rolled down my face and I looked deep into the ocean I heard her voice… “Girl…Please live out my dream”. I know that Jackie loved California and I know she would have loved to live there at some point in her life…Our dream is to live in California and we will live there someday soon. The ocean waved goodbye to me that day…and so did all the hurt and pain I had felt from losing Jackie. I will see the ocean again one day very soon. And one day I will see Jackie too.

Until that day I will cherish the gifts that God has given me…my salvation, my husband, my family, the ocean, the sun, the smells, the sounds, the waves, the sand, the shells, the rocks, the birds, the sunrises, the sunsets, the clouds, the dogs, the people, LIFE LEADERSHIP and the wonderful leadership of some amazing people…and the precious gift of my friend and mentor, Jacqueline Lewis…may you rest in peace until we meet again…somewhere over the rainbow!

This ones for you Jackie…….. b n jackie

For Better For Worse, For Richer For Poorer…til Death Do Us Part

Those are some amazingly strong words! Nothing will part us until death takes one of us home.  Sit and marinate on that for a moment.  Married or not, are you ready for that kind of a commitment?


Tis the season for weddings! Love is in the air! Bells are ringing! Meet me at the chapel!  All little quotes to make a bride-to-be get all nervous in the tummy and a groom-to-be’s feet get cold and clammy!  Why do we get so nervous?  Is it the plans leading up to the marriage….or is it the marriage itself? And let me ask…where do we learn to ‘be married’?  Well obviously the most logical answer is our parents.  But in today’s society where over 50% of marriages end in divorce…roughly 2.4 million divorces in 2012 alone….where would a child learn to ‘be married’ when over half of them live in a household where there is not a marriage going on?  Sad to say, but television is probably the closest thing for a child to see a marriage example. Stop and think….how many people are married on television anymore?  Sorry for the drab statistics but it is reality.  That is why we LOVE LIFE LEADERSHIP! Let me explain why!


When my husband and I first got together I had been divorced for over 15 years! I had been on my own and had no serious relationships for the most part. I was very independent!  He came to the table with a box of clothes and a bible….homeless, car-less and jobless.  But he was a DREAMER! And I had not ever been a dreamer my whole life. Needless to say our outlook on life was very different, but the fact that he had a vision and was going after it with everything he had, made me extremely attracted to him!

I had run things my way for so long that some ‘man’ wasn’t coming into my life saying I had “screwed up everything” and “how have I survived without him all these years” HA HA HA! We had a serious problem lying ahead. I wasn’t going to submit to him or respect him, and he certainly wasn’t going to love me the way I deserved to be loved.  I was DONE! I had been alone all those years and I certainly could remain that way! Besides, I had found God and He certainly couldn’t have chosen this person for me and my future…..could He?

A few years into our marriage we were introduced to LIFE LEADERSHIP.   We were still together but only because he was gone to work almost 20 hours per day which didn’t give us a whole lot of time to argue.  After we started listening to some of the materials from LIFE and starting to apply the information (the important word there is APPLY) we noticed we actually liked each other again.  The first book I read was called Personality Plus (Florence Littauer) What an eye opener that was!  What it taught me is that there are four personalities, Choleric/Sanguine/Melancholy/Phlegmatic.  In a nutshell….Roy was Choleric/Sanguine and I am a Melancholy/Sanguine.  (Some days I am a Sanguine/Melancholy….does that make be a split personality? OUCH!) Roy is a “my way or the highway, lets get this done now, and lets have fun doing it, as long as you are doing it the way I tell you!”  I am one of those who want everything in order and a “why are we doing it this way, wait, wait I have to clean that section before I can put it there and hey WAIT….did you see that squirrel? Oh and what did you want me to do?” Needless to say it explained why we had issues getting along.  But the great part is that once we knew our personalities we could start to understand each other and start to talk to each other in a way that we understood and everything was coming together.  We also could learn our weaknesses of these personalities and work on those as well.

Then came book two…The Five Love Languages (Gary Chapman) WOW!  I never knew I had a love language.  Did you know EVERYONE has a love language? Sometimes two?  Well it didn’t take long to figure out mine is ‘acts of service’.  The easiest way to find out your love language is to look and see what you do to please others or make others feel good. For example, I always prepare my husbands plate, iron his shirts, make the bed, get him things throughout the day, etc. because I am ‘acts of service’.  I just assume everyone else likes people to do things for them as well.  I found out that this is not so true.  My hubby’s is ‘quality time’ and ‘affirmation’.  He loves for me to sit by him, even if we are just reading books, or watching a movie, and he loves, loves, loves to be told he is doing a great job…or looks good…or smells good. (I think we all like that to a point, but you will notice some people are very uncomfortable with it because it is not the norm for them) So no matter what you do in life…single, married, live-ins, etc, know the love language of not only the people you live with, but also with your family, the people you work with, go to church with, etc.  It will make all the difference in the world how you relate to each other.

And the third book that set it off was “Love and Respect” by Dr Emerson Emmerichs. In the Bible, the true instruction book for all relationships, Ephesians 5:33 states this:


Well that was just not going to be that easy for me.  Respect him for what?  These days there is a lot of wives going to work while the hubby is home, unemployed, playing video games with the boys, while the kids are at school.  Don’t get me wrong it really does work both ways, but in LIFE LEADERSHIP we are in a lot of homes and people share their hurts and there seems to be a lot of absent dads/husbands…and some of those men are ‘living’ in the home. ‘LOVE AND RESPECT’ refers to this as the ‘crazy cycle’. For more information you will have to read up on it.  Basically it states that if you don’t respect your husband, he cannot bring himself to love you as you should be loved according to God.  The same issue lies that as long as he is not loving you as you feel you deserve, it makes it hard to respect him.  So guess what?  One of you has to be the bigger person and step up and start to respect or love the other until you are both playing the roles that God created you to play.

In a nutshell here is the scoop…

Personality Plus, Five Love Languages, and Love and Respect have the information you need to turn any relationship around…whether married or not.  It may be with your children, or a co-worker, or someone at church, or a neighbor. They tell you how to relate to people so that you can love everyone where they are at and how God created each of us as individuals…to compliment each other, not tear each other apart.

One more resource…an audio cd that we listened to by Chris and Terri Brady, LIFE Coaches with LIFE LEADERSHIP.  It is entitled, “Cherish Your Marriage”  (If you would like a copy drop me a note at rnbleadership@gmail.com and I can get that for you!) One question off of that cd stated this, “If every year on your anniversary you had the choice to choose to stay with your wife for another year would you choose her this year? And better yet, would she choose you?”. My husband claimed that one scared him just a little! (Thanks Chris and Terri!)



If you are interested in acquiring any of the above mentioned resources please be sure to check out three tips we share that has strengthened our marriage at http://www.marriagemenu.com and while you are there be sure to check out our personal LIFE LEADERSHIP website. Without LIFE LEADERSHIP we would have been falling into the next statistic survey! PRAISE GOD for leading us to the rock of LIFE!

Because of Him…




The past month I have had the opportunity to watch a couple of powerful testimonies that I feel led by God to share with you.  God will speak to you in so many ways and I know that He is going to speak to many of you through these testimonies. If you have already seen them, just share this blog with others who may not have had the opportunity.  Reach out and share these truths…GOD has demanded we do this. Please don’t fight what HE says is best for us. Lives are changing because of others story…as my mentor Jackie Lewis shared with me, “if you tell someone “A” story they will likely remember it….but when you tell “YOUR” story you may change their life forever”  Please share the testimonies below and watch GOD….He will SHOW UP AND SHOW OFF!


Jackie Lewis —- gone for now….and certainly NEVER FORGOTTEN! She continues to change lives!



The River/Pastor Jim Combs – Sermon: The Redemption Plan of God, March 16 2014


The testimonies appear around 26 minutes into the sermon if you wish to skip the sermon (I suggest watching but that is totally up to you…just please catch the testimonies….GOD IS AMAZING!)

And then please take a moment to share your thoughts, or better yet share your testimony!


Because of HIM…


To Live a Life of NO Regrets

How do you do that? Where do you start? How do you know?

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I think I found out last week.

The passing of the most amazing lady I have ever met brought the LIFE OF NO REGRETS….to life!

Jacqueline Lewis, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and my personal mentor passed away at the young age of 32 years old, leaving four beautiful children and a beautiful husband as well. But the legacy she left is a true sign of Living the Life of NO Regrets!

A funeral attended by over 1,000 people (in the middle of a Michigan blizzard with white out conditions and icy roads) and viewed by webcast by over 13,000 people begins to tell the story that Jackie lived.  I can say I have never been to a funeral that ended in a standing ovation! I have never been to a funeral where we had ‘leopard loops’ on our lapels to honor the ‘wild side’ of Jackie (she loved animal prints), I have never been to a funeral that ended with a testimony by the deceased that has brought many to Christ and will continue to long after she’s gone (which has been viewed by over 10,000 people all over the world) and I have never been to a funeral where a beautiful child stands at the side of her momma’s ‘hope chest’, laying peacefully at rest, praying and looking through a muted cloth at the mother she loved so dearly.


This family had the pleasure of having their Momma next to their side 100% of the time. She didn’t have to leave every day to punch a clock. She home-schooled her children (rumor has it she had a thing for the principal too-wink, wink) took them to their extra activities, attended their events and was always there at their side. The only time Jackie truly left them was when she was out helping families achieve this same lifestyle. To help them take the steps to be a stay at home mom or dad. To experience waking up to your child, not an alarm clock. And what is truly amazing is that her husband was there all day too! They had a life many dream of and think is never achievable.  But it is, and for Bill and Jackie Lewis it was!

Jackie was more than just a great friend…she was my mentor.  Even though her age was that of my own children, she had the life I was striving for.  The solution is to learn from those who have what you desire. LIFE Leadership focuses on what we call, “Define, Learn, Do”… define what you want, learn from someone who has those results and go out and do what they did.  It is very unique and very seldom popular amongst business owners.  It would create competition and they don’t want that! But with LIFE Leadership we create leaders and help families go from good to great.  It doesn’t matter how many of those you have, great leaders or great families…you never have enough!

Jackie was my ‘go to’ person. Any questions I had she was just a text or phone call away.  Her absence has already been felt in so many ways. I am thankful for this leadership group that in the absence of Jackie there are still many other women I can ‘go to’ and get the same advice. But Jackie….well, we had a great connectiveness (is that a word?) that will be forever missed.  I will miss her texts…her “baaahhhaaaas”, her “suck it up cupcakes”, her “put on your big girl panties”, her “what’s up chica” and her “amen sista” and mostly her funny videos of people falling and tripping (thank God nobody got videos of her and I falling!) I know any one of us women who were privileged to know Jackie and to have her in our life will feel the same.

Jackie was not my idol…she was my mentor. She was an example of a great wife, a great mom, a great leader and a great friend. I recently read in this fantastic book, PAiLS-20 Years From Now What Will You Wish You Had Done Today?, by best-selling author Chris Brady, that art is a perfect metaphor of how we should build our lives.  Art is to beheld by gazing upon it. I gazed upon Jackie…I watched her move, I watched her speak, I watched her be a mom and a wife, I watched her converse with people from every walk of life….I observed her.  (No I didn’t stalk her-teehee)  I watched her because I wanted to have the results she had and her actions spoke louder than words.  As Chris Brady put it in his book, “People may listen to what we say, but they put much more stock in what they observe that we actually do.”  Jackie was a doer.

To my friend Jackie…I will ache for the emptiness in my heart, for the piece of “living art” that you displayed daily, for the silliness of your contagious laughter. I will thank God daily for the memories, the many lessons I learned from you and from watching you, the pictures, the videos, the special day when we achieved our goal of Round Table and was brought to stage by you and Bill, the trip to Vegas, Florida and many other destinations. I will thank God for answering our prayers to go to a million people, because I know in my heart YOU were his BEST SHOT to get there with the most impact on thousands of lives. And I will especially thank God that He chose me to be your friend.

Please keep Jackie’s husband Bill, and four children, Jacob, Eli, Bella and Nemo(Nihimiah), along with her family and many business partners and friends, in prayer for this huge loss in their lives.

You were my example of the Fruits of the Spirit…

Galatians 5:22-23 – But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control

So the question for you today is ‘are you truly living a life of NO REGRETS?’ because I know someone who was and I will strive to live that way until my final day of rest shall come. We never know when that day may come.  There is a TOO LATE….it’s just not TOO LATE….yet! (Thanks again Chris!)

God Bless you all….


A Disease Called Busyness

TODAY’S BLOG IS A FROM LIFE LEADERSHIP LEADING LADY, TERRI BRADY…..please enjoy her post on Busyness…….and leave a comment on what you will start doing today to take some busyness out of your life and add some fun!

Click on the title below to read her link…and please notice her link on the left…follow Terri today…she is the most amazing wife, mom and leading lady! Her input on life will change yours!  ENJOY!

A Disease Called Busyness.

Friends for Life!


Are you a Ya-Ya?  God is so funny.  I was sitting here contemplating on my next blog…and it boiled down to two topics…focus and friends.  So I had a short discussion with Him and said, “show me a sign and that is what I will blog.”  Sure enough He did! Just a few minutes later a dear, highly respected friend and mentor to many, placed this photo on social media and here you have it…Friends.

I look at friends as our chosen family. They love us because of who we are, not because we are family and they feel obligated. They have our backs. They laugh with us, cry with us, shop with us, eat with us…all the ‘with us’ you can think of! You can go weeks and months without talking to them and when you do catch up, it is as if you were just together yesterday.


Can we say that? Would you lay down your life for your friends? Or just one friend?

One of my favorite stories in the Bible reflecting this love is the friendship between Naomi and Ruth. Wow! Not only were they family, but the love that Ruth shows Naomi is like none other. It is expressed in Ruth 1:16,17 when Ruth says, “Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following after you; For where you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die; and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If ANYTHING but death parts you and me.”  Her love was not only given to Naomi because she was her mother-in-law, but as a friend who promises to never leave her.

Ruth was willing to leave everything to stay by the side of Naomi.  That is a friendship beyond measure. It says that Ruth ‘clung’ to Naomi. In a book I read called “Grown-Up Girlfriends” by Erin Smalley and Carrie Oliver, it encourages us to pray for God’s purpose in each friendship we have.  You never know how God is using you to bring comfort, encouragement and companionship to someone who is lonely, hurt or confused. This was the case for Naomi and Ruth. Ruth allowed God to use her, to leave all she knew, to give that support to Naomi at her time of loss. Even though Ruth was suffering the loss of her husband, Naomi’s son, the comfort she gave Naomi as a true friend, was allowing healing in herself as well. Who can you pray for today that God may use you to intercede?

What kind of friends do you have? New, old, best, spiritual, at work, in sports, through email? Do they challenge you or hold you back? Cheer you up or drag you down? How do you know? Where do they all fit in?

“Grown-Up Girlfriends” suggests this: Baskets.  Place your friends in three baskets. Acquaintances (know by name, cashiers/waitress, share facts); Good friends (share common interests, share concerns); Know-it-Alls (share intimate conversations from your heart and soul, higher trust level, committed, closest) As you place them in a basket, realize that very few will end up in the Know-it-All basket. It’s usually limited to 1-4 individuals. (We are created to love everyone, but that does not mean that we share intimately with them all.) Also realize that they may not place you in the same basket as you would place them. Then ask yourself…am I a Know-it-All to anyone? If not, what can I do to become a better friend? I suggest you follow closely to what Jesus did…He is the best example of a true friend! (Hint: He is an excellent listener)

If you do question whether you are a good friend, ask yourself what can you do to be a better friend? Or make new friends? What has stopped you in the past from having good girlfriends? Are you hurting from a past relationship that caused you to just cut off every one of your friends? Was your trust compromised? Did gossip cause you to stop sharing intimately with anyone? (It is stated that 65% of social conversation is gossip!) There are so many reasons why you may not have many friends…only you can dig deep and find the answer.  Find someone you can share with, someone you can trust, and start your way on a path of great lifelong friendships!

Where do you find these friends? Join a bible study, a book club, sports activities, become involved in school activities with the kids, volunteer, join a gym…there are many ways to get out and meet people. In the book, “If You Ever Needed Friends, It’s Now” by Leslie Parrott, she quotes that the average person comes in contact with 500-2500 people in ONE YEAR!  There has got to be someone out there looking for a friend! Pray about it.  God is just waiting to hear from you so He can bring your paths to cross!

I am so thankful for the many friends I have had throughout my life. I am still ‘good’ friends with many of the gals from my school days. (Thanks to social media it makes it a lot easier to stay in touch) I have several family members I would consider good friends, and a handful I would say are my Know-it-All friends. I have friends that fall into the category of ‘haven’t seen in over a year, but act like we just had lunch yesterday” when we finally do make time to share. I belong to a Leadership group that I have made many new friends with and we all share many of the same interests. I have great mentors that have taught me trust and mercy.  I have friends through church. The list can go on and on. Being without friends is not healthy for our soul.  It is said that not having close friends is as detrimental to your health as smoking! Women need good women companionship.  Just ask God. He seen it from the start in the garden! He describes Adams role in terms of work, yet Eve is explained in terms of relationship! We were created to be friends!

I strongly encourage you to read the book, “Grown-Up Girlfriends”. It truly breaks down the importance of friendships and why God created us to be a friend and to have friends. His example of unconditional love is the key to true friendship.  You can find the book on the following website:  http://www.brendahatcheronlife.com  (Click on books/friends)  Enjoy the friendship journey! Grab some ladies and form a book club. Discover the art of friendship together!

Please take a minute and share in the comments below a friend you remember…and why did they impact your life the way they did.  I can’t wait to read your responses!

Go be the best friend you can be to as many people as God brings into your life. Be a Ya-Ya!!!

Because of Him…





I spent so much of life worrying. Where did it come from? Did I inherit it? Is it contagious? Is it hereditary?  BINGO…that’s it!  It is hereditary.  (Lets call it a ‘learned behavior’) My mom, as long as I can remember, worried all the time.  What if this, and what if that, you might catch cold, don’t miss the bus, etc…so much so, that I believe my first panic attack actually happened in second grade.

Feels like it was yesterday…we were in Ms. Good’s second grade class, and there he was…Tim P was a bad boy! Me? I was ‘the perfect student’ in every way!  I turned in all my assignments, was always the first one done in class, always on time, straight A’s…I was a teacher’s dream student. Tim was the nightmare student! I will never forget that day when she assigned me to go move my desk next to Tim to see if any of my good habits would ‘rub off’ on him.  They didn’t! And that is when my first panic attack arrived!

Sitting in class, the bell rang to leave school and board the bus for home…and there we sat, at our desks, not being able to move until all the papers were picked up off the floor around us. They weren’t my papers.  They were Tim’s papers and I was not allowed to pick them up…Tim had to.  And he seen panic in my face. That made him happy. (You ever hear the saying, ‘hurting people, hurt people’? Well I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was a hurting people.) My mother always said…”don’t miss the bus”…well i was about to “miss the bus”! What did that mean? How would I get home? My mom didn’t drive! My dad was at work! Would my neighbor come get me? would I have to stay here with Tim? Aghhhh….panic sets in and my heart starts racing like Secretariat! I guess crying was my next choice…so that I did. And I was very good at crying…I was the baby in a family of six siblings! The teacher gave in. I made the bus. And everyone in the school heard about how I cried that day. And Tim? Well he took full advantage of that situation…and the rest of that school year was a nightmare!

I make light of the story in a way…but is was so real. It was 46 years ago and I remember every detail! That tells you that anxiety is nothing to take lightly.

As my life continued I had a few panic attacks in high school when asked to speak in front of people. Somehow, I managed to get through them and managed to stay quiet and sit in the back of the class, hoping to never have to talk. (SIDENOTE: I now have spoken in front of thousands of people with no fear; and the fear of missing the bus plagued me all through school and never once did I ever miss the bus!)

I experienced panic attacks off and on throughout my life, mostly due to some traumatic experiences.  As I started to make different choices later in my life they started to decrease.  I was on my way to recovery…when out of nowhere they were back!

We were out of town visiting family, in the middle of Walmart, and out of nowhere…panic set in. My heart started racing, my pulse skyrocketed, my blood pressure was extremely elevated (we ran to the blood pressure machine in the pharmacy area…210/170) Certainly, I was experiencing a stroke or heart attack and to the emergency room I went! Only to find out after three hours of waiting, I suffered a panic attack and indigestion! I have no idea why. We were having a great time visiting family…no clue…it just hit!

After returning home we visited the doctor. He prescribed depression medication, along with anxiety meds and bp meds and acid reflux meds. I said to myself, “I was perfectly fine four days ago. Now, I have all these medications. What is wrong with me. Am I dying?” Again…panic sets in…I don’t want to die. I am too young to die. I want to see my family grow. I want to hang out with my grandchildren. Travel. GOD…why are you letting this happen? EEERRRRRRRKKKKKKK….God?

WORRY IS TEMPORARY ATHEISM. I wasn’t believing that God could help me at all. I was letting the devil rob me of my life! I let him into my mind and feed me full of lies. He convinced me that the best part of my day was to stay asleep…because nothing can hurt me when I’m sleeping. He had me thinking that every time I felt a twitch I was going to start having chest pains, shortness of breath, sweating, nausea, tingling…a sure sign I was having a heart attack! I needed GOD to help me…not medications! And that is when everything changed.

Not all wounds are visible and anxiety and panic attacks are definitely a wound. They cast a fight or flight sense in you and you have to be prepared to have a panic attack and let your mind run wild, or fight back! I chose to fight back.

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There are five steps to help you to get through a panic attack:
1) It is TEMPORARY! Remember this too shall pass
2) MOVE AROUND! Get up and move around, change seats, walk, go to the bathroom.
3) TALK! I chose to talk with GOD…yep right there in the bathroom stall…don’t laugh it works!  He can remove those demonic thoughts from you as if they were a booger!
4) BREATH! Especially at night. Count your breaths. Close your eyes and breathe deep until you have control over your body again.

Cast all your anxiety upon Him because He cares about you ~ 1 Peter 5:7

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me ~ Phillipians 4:13

I never did take any of the anxiety/depression medications.*  I guess in my mind knowing I had them ‘just in case’ was enough. Praying and sharing with God about my anxieties worked for me. He helped me fight off those demons trying to tear up my insides. But my God is so much bigger than they are. I rise each morning now knowing that the devil is shaking in his shoes somewhere saying “Oh no, she’s up!”  *(If your doctor prescribes meds, take them.  I chose to use God for my true physician.  He and I together conquered this illness!)

Please remember, there is not enough room in your mind for worry and faith. You must decide which one will live there. Choose FAITH. God will never fail you! I know he saved me from a life of fear and anxiety.

From worry and anxiety to FAITH and PEACE! Praise God!

Because of HIM

PS ~ A Big thank you to my wonderful hubby Roy for helping me through many of these attacks as well. As we began to study Anxiety, he and I discovered the seriousness of this mental illness. (I strongly encourage you to study this illness with your family so they understand this illness and the effects it has on families) His strength in God pushed my strength in Him to a new level! Because of Roy, my faith has quadrupled…and because of that he is also my hero! If you want to see for yourself what a great guy he is, check out his blogs at http://www.royhatcherleadership.wordpress.com! Love you honey!