In Loving Memory of Aunt Anna

Aunt Anna at our wedding reception,  November 2014,  West Hurley NY 

                It's been five days since Zac's great-aunt Anna died.  I haven't really been able to process her death yet because I found out she fell last Saturday and I was working a trip.  I got home on Monday the 14th and hoped I could fly out and see her on Tuesday, but she passed away that morning at 8:30.  It all happened too fast.

                     My relationship with Aunt Anna is unique, I didn't grow up knowing her.  I spent a little time with her at various family gatherings from 2013-2016 in upstate New York, but our bond didn't really begin until I began my career at Delta just six short months ago.  I finished training at the end of April and headed up to NYC where I was based from May to September.  I didn't have a place to stay while I was working in NYC, and I only had two days to figure that out.  I toured crash pads...most of which had less than suitable living standards.  I was getting nervous and scared, and Zac had been trying to get a hold of his Aunt Anna for a couple of days to see if I could stay with her until I found something.  It literally wasn't until the eleventh hour that he reached her and she was more than willing to let me come stay with her.  I called her the night before I had to be out of the hotel Delta had provided for two days, and she said I could come and stay and she didn't care how long I needed to stay for; she just wanted me to come.  

                  The next morning began our short but sweet friendship.  I made my way over to Manhattan from Queens with my one suitcase and found myself at her doorstep on the Upper East Side.  She welcomed me and even cleaned out a closet over night for me to keep my stuff, which I didn't expect at all.  I believe she was mostly happy to not be alone in her fairly large...for NYC apartment.  She was 92 years old and living by herself with very little assistance, if any at all.  She rarely received assistance from a state provided aide; sometimes she went 10+ days without anyone coming to her apartment.  She received meals on wheels because she couldn't cook much anymore, and she ate very little at this stage in her life.   

                    I often felt bad for her being all by herself, but she was an extremely strong and resilient woman.  She was full of her own opinions and wasn't afraid to voice what she thought about anything.  Which is why I'm glad she made it past the election day to actually see her candidate of choice win.  She often said, "I'm a Trump girl because he tells it like it is, and so do I.   I always tell it like it is."  And she most certainly did.  She was a survivor and as my friend Jenny, who had the pleasure of meeting her said, "she was the epitome of a true New Yorker."  She loved the sound of traffic and honking and the hustle and bustle of the city.  She said she couldn't ever sleep well in the country because it was too quiet; which is why she never left her New York City apartment, she vowed that she would never leave.  

                    I often complained to Zac about having to go back and forth between NYC and Atlanta, but Zac reminded me what if God brought you all the way to NYC so you could make a difference in Aunt Anna's life?  What if it has nothing to do with Delta and all along God needed someone to bring comfort to this lady at the end of her life?  That statement radiates in my mind now more than ever that I know I spent essentially the last five months of her life with her.  We never know know what is going to happen from one day to the next in any of the lives around us; that is why we must give the people around us our full attention, our fullest love and our most genuine kindness.  

                  I'd like to share a couple of my favorite memories from our short time together...it's amazing how many memories I now have with her from such a short time that I can't share all of them.  One night in particular really sticks out to me.  I got home around 7:30 and was exhausted and I had every intention of going right to sleep, but there was Aunt Anna all dressed up with her hair adorned with her usual flowers, jewelry on,  and a nice outfit wanting to take me to dinner at the Ritz Diner.  I gave in and decided to go with her even though I had just ate.  I got dressed and we went downstairs towards the Ritz Diner, a restaurant Aunt Anna has probably been to hundreds of times in her life.  As we got to the corner to turn towards the diner she said, " I don't want to go there!  I'm sick of that place!  I want fish and chips at the Irish Pub across the street."  I agreed and we went across the street to Baker Street Pub.  We go to the doorway and there was a huge step right where the door swung outwards and she said she came there last night to eat and no one saw her to let her in.  She couldn't hold the door open and make it up the step at the same time.  I realized then that it was her plan all along that we come here to Baker Street so I could help her inside.  She had a big smile on her face all night and she of course ordered her craving of fish and chips and then said I like light beer, I want a beer.  She said get a drink with me, I'm buying.  So I got a glass of wine and we toasted and enjoyed our meal.  She was by far the oldest person in the pub and we were the oddest pair, to any onlookers I'm sure.  I'm glad she got to finally enjoy her beer and fish and chips!

                 Another sweet moment I got to witness was in my last month at her apartment I came in form a trip and as I was walking toward her door I heard the piano playing.   I thought hmmm, surely that can't be coming from Aunt Anna's apartment.  I opened the door and lo' and behold there was Aunt Anna with a stranger at the piano working on chopsticks. I thought oh, wow she finally got a good aide!  Her name was Melissa I believe, and she wasn't her aide.  I was confused, but she proceeded to tell me her story.  She said she just met Anna yesterday on the street .  Melissa's church decided to go out on the streets of Manhattan and pray for people and businesses instead of having regular church inside.  Melissa found a corner to pray for people and was getting ready to hurry across the street with the crowd when the light changed, but something impressed her to just wait for the next light and that's when Aunt Anna came upon her, walking home from Mass.  She instantly took notice of Anna walking by herself, flowers in her hair.  It was hard not to notice Anna when she went walking, she was practically a spectacle, a sort of ancient artifact that didn't even reach 5 feet.  Whenever I walked with her the sea of people on the sidewalks would part, young kids would stare, even cars would refrain from honking as she crossed the road in front of them because she rarely made it all the way across in just one light.  It was rare to see a woman of her age walking around Manhattan, especially alone.  

                   Melissa approached her and explained what she was doing and asked Anna if she wanted prayer for anything.  Anna responded "Yes, I have no friends and I want God to give me a friend."  So Melissa prayed for her and decided that she would be that friend.  She took her out to lunch and here she was the very next day teaching her some piano because she told her she always wanted to learn.  I don't know how far their friendship went beyond that day, but I was so touched by the fact that it was God that cared so much for her that even two and half months before her death He was still reaching out to find her and answer her hearts cry.  It is the smallest choices and actions we take for the sake of others that matter most in the end.  God is at work when we help others.  

                     My last night at her house I asked Anna if she wanted to get a bagel with me before I left in the morning.  She said, "NO, I don't want to go, no I don't want a bagel."  She was adamant that she didn't want to come, but when I woke up the next morning there she was dressed and ready to go.  She insisted she was coming.  We walked several blocks down to her, and now my favorite bagel shop, The Daily Bagel.  Everyone knew her there, and we had our routine when we went there; she would find us a table and I would order her a cinnamon bagel toasted with butter and a small coffee WITH VERY LITTLE CREAM.  We enjoyed our last meal together that morning. She said she was happy that I was going to be home near Zac now, and I'll never forget her telling me that she wasn't worried about me because she knew if I could make it in NYC then I could make it anywhere in the world.  NYC has its way of putting a little extra grit in you, and Anna had a lot of that!  On our walk back home Anna expressed her worries and cares as she often did, and I said don't worry we will pray when we get back to the house.  Ana was full of anxiety, she worried about everyone and everything.  I talked to her about casting her cares on the Lord, and I told her how she was never alone because God was with her and she could talk to Him.  She said I don't think He hears me, He never says anything, and I pray all the time.  I prayed for peace in her heart and mind and most importantly that God would begin to talk to her and comfort her. Just like God answered her prayer for a friend I believe that in her last month and half of life on this Earth that he also answered our prayer, and that He spoke to her and comforted her to her last breath.  

                     She hugged me at least three times before I left for Atlanta on September 26th, and called me twice before I even made it to the airport.  I called her back at the airport and in tears she said she just missed me.  Zac and I both talked to her again that night and now we will forever miss her and the hospitality and kindness she showed me in a very challenging and transitional time of my life. 

                In Loving Memory of Aunt Anna, I know you're at peace with the Father in heaven now, rejoicing!  I know He's talking to you now.  You will be very missed by all the lives you touched.  Rest in Peace.                 

Us at the Ritz Dinner, May 2016 Manhattan 

Our last meal together, September 26th, 2016 at the Daily Bagel 

3 Prayers

                To say I'm blessed is an understatement.  I'm living my very own dream adventure.  Yesterday I was commuting home via plane from NYC to ATL which has become the norm for me, and I looked around and realized I fly to work, and I fly for work.  I remembered that my childhood go to birthday-cake-candle wish was that I could fly.  As silly as it sounds, every year on my birthday, my wish would be the same.  "I wish...except I would insert I pray that I could fly."  Yesterday it dawned on me, here I am flying every week, sometimes everyday.
           Let me tell you a story about how I became a flight attendant.  It all began with a suggestion.  My sister-in-law, Becka was visiting Zac and I upstate New York and flew Delta.  She met a really nice flight attendant who told her how much she loved her job and that Delta was currently hiring.  Becka told me and I didn't think too much about it, but I was looking for a new job because mine was closing down in a month.  The morning after she left I woke up and found the ad and applied.  I got a video interview and then quickly was invited to Atlanta for a face to face interview at Delta's headquarters .
               I'll never forget that dark, cold December morning I flew to Atlanta from Albany and underwent a five hour long interview process.  I left that same day with a  job offer.  I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go through with it or not, but eventually Zac and I decided to move to Atlanta in February to be closer to mom battling breast cancer.  I applied to so many other jobs in Atlanta, but couldn't land a single one so I decided to go head and try to become a flight attendant.
               Zac and I moved into our apartment in March and a few days later I was writing in my journal about our experiences and a piece of paper fell out, it said three things:
               
                              *  To move somewhere warm year round

                              *  Have successful work/career year round

                              *  Opportunities to travel to many different countries

I was in awe in that moment; God had granted this prayer that I wrote down the previous August.  I vaguely remembered writing them down until that moment.
                   I began training mid March, which was a two month long, stressful and sleepless journey.  I credit my position in life today fully to God.  He brought me here and the more I fly the more I realize how well this job suits me.  I recall many times in my life where I thought wouldn't it be nice to have a job where I could travel..I just didn't realize that the job would be traveling.  Sometimes the biggest opportunities in life begin as a suggestion that gets you to realize you were made for something greater than what you've been doing.  Realize subtle opportunities...they might change your whole life if you pursue a simple suggestion.

One flight I won't be missing...

After five quick yet long months practically living in NYC I'm happy to announce that I finally got transferred to Atlanta come October.  As adventurous as NYC has been it is not the life for me.   I'm so thankful to have had that experience, but equally excited to bid it farewell.  I'm also excited to announce that Zac has officially begun working at First Fence of Georgia as a foreman.  He was handed the keys to his brand new company truck and trailer yesterday. I'm so proud of him!  We are finally beginning to feel a little more stable here in Georgia. The last 9 months have been a season of sacrifice, humility and traversing the unknown.  We are first and foremost thankful to God for blessing us in this season, and continue to await all that God has in store for us around the corner.
                   I'm home for a few days, a place I've come to love more than anywhere in the world. As much as I travel, home with Zac is my favorite destination.  This month I visited Seattle for the first time and saw the world's first and in my opinion, highly over-rated Starbucks with a line down the block.  I also experienced Pikes Place Market, gum alley, and ate fresh calamari along the beautiful Puget Sound.  Seattle was much dirtier than I imagined and super crowded and loud from the traffic downtown.  I can't wait to experience the nature side of Washington like Olympic National Park.
            I had a short layover in Columbus, Ohio and after dinner I was walking up to my hotel to get ready for bed and I heard John Mark McMillan playing ( I walked down the aisle on my wedding day to his song Future/Past).  I peeked around the corner and lo' and behold there he was on tour with none other than my favorite band, Needtobreathe.  I went to the gate and bought a ticket so I could enjoy the whole show.  With only 5 hours left to sleep the concert was so worth it.  My last trip I just got home from was to Toronto, Canada.  The hotel was built into the Blue Jays stadium.  We happened to arrive on game day and were able to watch the game for free from inside our hotel.  One of my crew members and I went after the game to catch a Ferry to the Toronto Islands, because no matter where I am in the world I always find the water.  We were partially scarred for life after coming upon a nude beach which we quickly ran from to the clothing mandatory portion of the beach.  All in all it was a very adventurous month full of surprises, blessing and experiences I never dreamt I'd have.  God is faithful, and comes through just in time, every time.    
    

Love is a Doormat

   
     Sorry for the delay on a new blog post.  Zac and I have had a busy month.  We were on vacation in upstate New York camping with some old friends at Darien Lake in July. I got to go to Paris at the end of July and saw one of my childhood best friends, Rachel.  Then I had two days off at home and went back to work for 9 days straight!!  So I'm finally home for about a week, where I get to feel normal and cook my own food every night...the one thing I miss the most.  Zac interviewed for a new job and was hired last week for a fencing company.  He is very excited and will start training tomorrow morning, where he will be a foreman for the restoration department.  The constant change and adventure continues...

              I want to talk about a subject that Zac has been talking my ear off with lately.  There must be a reason why he keeps beating a dead horse, so you can join the conversation with us.  The subject is Identity.  Who am I?  Who are you? The answer to this question will determine the entire story of your life.  If you belong to yourself, you will determine the direction of your life; but if you belong to God then He will determine where your life will go.

              Anyone familiar with the term shame?  Or how about guilt?  When was the last time you did something that made you feel ashamed or guilty?  Did you beat yourself up, did you wish you could have done better, did it make you hide or did you create a cover up for it?  I have at one time been well acquainted with shame.  The problem with these feelings is that they steal from who you really are, they keep you in this dark place and literally hold you captive.  However the presence of shame can sometimes point out that you know you were made for more; you know this isn't the real you...but you can't seem to escape this feeling.  At the core of every new believer's identity is the fact that you once had an old nature, but upon being born-again you became a new creation fashioned with a new nature and a whole new self.  Your old self wouldn't be guilty about committing a sin because frankly it didn't give a damn that you did something wrong.  But now after being born again your new nature now governs your conscience, and causes you to think differently about your actions.  The presence of shame in the new believers life is an indicator that there's a better you inside.  You were never meant to live under the shadow of shame and guilt.  You are free from those chains.  You are a new person that thinks and feels differently than your old self.  This new identity, or new nature is called LOVE.  You are called to be love because God is love and you are created in His image.  You are therefore made of love, your actions are done out of love.  Your purpose is to love others the way God so deeply loves you.  Read through 1 Corinthians 13 and absorb the characteristics of love, they all describe your new nature.

                   Zac said the most profound statement last week when he took me to the airport.  He said, "Most people say I'm not going to let people walk all over me and treat me like a doormat, but love is a doormat." I thought about that for a while..."love is a doormat."  No one wants to accept that, but love is a place that you can come and wipe your feet off and it reads "WELCOME".  It is the entrance to a home that we all long to live in.  I've never heard someone describe love as a doormat, but what a great description.  Love doesn't care if you brush off all your dirt on it, it doesn't care if you're broken, shamed or guilty. Yet all I've ever heard people say my whole life is "I'm not going to be somebodies doormat."  Guess what, you signed up for that when you got married, had kids or gave your life to the Lord.  You are called to be somebodies doormat.  Love, just like a doormat always says, "WELCOME HOME", no matter where you've just come from.  Love is an entrance, love is a home, love is you and me.  We can't be hurt anymore by what others do, because we keep no record of wrong.  We are not broken hearted by others actions because love is solid, love stands on it's own.  Love is the most powerful force in the universe, and we are called to live from that place.  We are so much more that we've been told.  Discover who you really are! You are not what you've done, you are a new creation.  The more you become love, the less you live out of your old nature.
                  Invite someone into your life and your heart this week.  Let them drop their burdens at your door, brush off their feet from this past weeks mistakes and welcome them home.  Zac would be so proud... I do listen.  I am so humbled when I think upon the life of Jesus and what he did for us.  He was the greatest doormat. He let people walk over him so much so that he was hung on the cross and charged with a crime he did not commit.  Even on the cross Jesus spoke to the criminal that was hanging next to him with these words, "Assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise."  In laymen's terms he said, Welcome Home to a criminal.  What friend or family member in your life do you need to give another chance to and look past their sins and wrongs against you and just one more time let them walk over you so you can assure them that they are always welcome home no matter what.  If no one has ever told you or you just forgot because you've been living out in the dog house too long, this is for you, WELCOME HOME!

           "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ He is a NEW CREATION, THE OLD HAS GONE, THE NEW has come." -  2 Corinthians 5:17  -
                 

Sky Diving

                     I'm sitting on the 27th floor of the Signature MGM Grand in Las Vegas observing tiny people in the pool and streets and in little cars.  I was asking God what to share about, and He showed me an image of a person falling off the building.  Can you live your life with complete trust in God?   Would you jump not knowing who or if someone would catch you?  A life surrendered to Christ is often like that person free-falling with no assurance of safety,  other than their own personal trust and faith in a faithful God.

              Zac recently said to me faith is more about believing in who God is than it is about believing for something we can get from God.  If you have faith in God then you already know He will protect and provide for you, because that is in His character.  Too many of us are spending our time trying to believe for provision or protection or even healing and its getting us no where because we don't believe in the One who can give those things freely.  It's like a man who doesn't even know who his identity is.  Let's say he was born a prince but never knew it and lived his whole life as a peasant...he won't think like a king or act like one because he believes he is a peasant.  Is our faith in things and promises and ideas or is it in God?  Who is God and what is He like? Who are you in relation to Him?  Who do we believe we are?
                Since I've been flying the world has become much much smaller.  I can be in four states in one day and still be home to sleep in my own bed that same night. There is no distance in the spirit and you may feel far from God, but He is near, there is no distance between you and God...He lives in you and He is closer than anyone will ever be to you.  From 35,000 feet our problems become unrecognizable, the world is miniature.  This perspective from up above has allowed me to get a glimpse of how high God's perspective is.  It is so so so much higher than ours.  It can be so hard for us to see things from God's perspective, but just remember it looks nothing like what we see.  Just like my view form the airplane window the world is a very different place from the sky.  Take a big step back from all your problems and issues and worries and have faith in a loving and faithful father who sees it all...every minuscule detail; and He is too good to see what He sees and not do something about it.  It's okay, you can jump, He might let you fall, screaming till your breath runs out, but He'll always catch you.  Until you jump, it's all about you, you're holding on, you're in control, and you just won't let go of your perspective for His.  Close your eyes if you have to, count to three or hold your best friends hand...do whatever it takes, but just jump and let go.      

Cuz Baby You're a Firework!

               In light of the recent holiday I want to share the significance of this day for Zac and I...some of you may know that Zac and I dated very briefly in college and then broke up for two years.  Within those two years I moved from Tennessee to Hawai'i and he moved from North Carolina to New York.  Nearly 5,000 miles apart it's a real miracle that we ended up together today.  I once heard my father say, "love knows no distance, and two people in love are like magnets, the whole world can't separate them; there's a force that always brings them back together."
               After two years of not seeing each other, we finally met eyes at a New Years party at Zac's parents house in 2011.  This story I will hold for another time, but that particular meeting is probably the reason we are together today.  Had we not seen each other that day, I believe all hope would have been lost for us...you never know the impact of one single day or moment in time.  Had it played out any differently our lives would be drastically different.  But back to the significance of the 4th of July...  Zac eventually came to Hawai'i to visit me in July of 2012.  We took a leap of faith, not really knowing where either of us stood on a potential relationship and we split Zac's ticket fare half and half so we were both investing equal efforts into his trip.  He came out for about ten days and we had a wonderful and adventurous time exploring Oa'hu and the idea of "us".  We were given symphony tickets to the Hawai'i orchestra so we went on the 4th of July to hear them and watch the fireworks.  It was that day that Zac confronted me about 'us' asking, "so what are we? Dating?"  Me being so stubborn and not really understanding the possibility of us, being that we practically lived in different countries, was really reluctant to agree.  He pointed out how he had sent me a pending Facebook request to be boyfriend and girlfriend that I hadn't approved.  I argued that I didn't want people to comment and be in our business, but to him he needed the world to know that the girl he loved for years was finally his girlfriend and that all his efforts weren't for naught.  I reluctantly made it public via Facebook and the rest is now history.
                  This year I laid in a grassy park in Appleton, Wisconsin of all places and looked up in awe of the fireworks display light up the sky.  I was reminded of the love and light that Zac has brought my life.  No matter where I am in the world I'm happy knowing that he's mine and I'm his.  There is a certain freedom in giving yourself up to another person...therein lies safety, love, commitment and a promise of a future.  This freedom is a picture of Christ who gave himself up for us on the cross, He gave his life so we could have life more abundantly, and in return we can give our lives back to Him for a promise of a future and a hope.  We are to be like Him, and as we walk out this life, woven into our lives are tales of His kindness and love.  Let your everyday life teach you the mysteries and depths of His love.  He invaded the fabric of my life and I will not forget His promises for He has given me a future.
                           Above is the oldest picture that I can find of Zac and I together.  It was taken on the 4th of July in 2008 at Kings Mountain, North Carolina.  I was visiting Zac's family with my roommate and Zac's sister Becka over the summer.  If anyone has any older photos of us please send them our way, we would be so excited to see them!!!
                     

From New York to Georgia to who knows where...

               

                Welcome to our couple's blog!  We're thrilled to share some of our story as we navigate through life as a married couple. First, a brief update for all our friends and family.  We now reside in Kennesaw, GA since February of 2016.  We moved from the Hudson Valley in Kingston, NY where we lived for a year and a half.  We are now living close to my mom who is battling breast cancer and my sister and our three beautiful nieces, as well as Zac's sister and two nephews.  I started a job with Delta Air Lines in mid-March as a flight attendant; and am based in NYC for the time being...so I travel between Atlanta and NYC a lot!  Zac works at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse for now, and is learning the serving trade.  We are part of a church plant called Abiding Church with Pastor's Craig and Janna Jones.  Zac plays the drums for the worship team and I sing occasionally when I'm in town...which is almost never on Sundays.  We found a nice apartment with all the amenities including a salt water pool, gym and Zac's favorite, free Starbucks coffee daily in the lobby.  We are officially Atlanta-ites, living in suburbia just a stones throw away from I-75 where we can hear the hum of the freeway traffic, which I've decided is much better than the horns honking in Manhattan and the random neighbors cursing out the traffic at night from their bedroom windows.  So there you have it our lives in the last five months in a nut shell.  
                       It's hard to believe that within the last five months we have faced some of the hardest changes in our lives and grown exponentially in more ways than one.  I'm finally just catching my breath from the emotional marathon I feel like we've just run.  I discovered inner strength I didn't know was present in me and have slowly been letting go of my fear of the unknown and need to control my circumstances.  I'm embracing constant change, and I'm okay with this new feeling of free falling.  I've had some of the most amazing adventures in my first month flying. visiting 20 states and one new country.  I've also had some of the most trying circumstances and darkest nights, the most notable being a miscarriage in early March.  We have lost everything that felt normal and safe to us.  We left our first 'home' we made together, we said goodbye to our friends and our savings account in the move and the loss of both of our jobs in December of last year.  I lost my sense of security and control over my life, and we both lost our comfort zones.  Our lives in this season have felt like we were turned upside down and shaken by the feet until everything was gone.  And with the loss of a potential baby, a deep emptiness came over me as we tried to settle into our foreign apartment.  Everything was new, unsettled and unknown.  We had never been here in this place before and I was scared.  
                      My next step seemed crazy to me at the time, I threw myself into Delta training which was two months long, six days a week and 8 to 12 hours a day where I lived in a hotel and came home one day a week to see Zac from March 14th-April 29th.  Upon graduating from training I was flown to NYC to begin my new career, scared shitless, here I was in the Big Apple struggling to navigate the NYC subways and buses alone in between three airports and staying with Zac's 92 year old great aunt who has been gracious enough to let me stay with her when I need to.  So many times I questioned have we done the right thing?  Are we making the right choices?  The simple answer we hear is a resounding YES.  We have felt the leading of the Lord and are confident that we have stepped in the right direction, and I'm hoping our future selves will thank us for the choices we've made and the struggles we're facing now on their behalf.  These hard times have shaken me and grown me in ways I struggled to let happen before; and ultimately changed me for the better.  I have uncovered new places inside of myself and as James so perfectly stated in James 1:2-4, "I consider it pure joy whenever I face trials of many kinds, because I know that the testing of my faith produces patience, endurance and perseverance."   He goes on to say, "Let patience have her perfect work, that you maybe perfect and entire, wanting nothing."  I will relish in these verses and be thankful for this season in our lives, because we have been changed for the better.  
                       Thanks for reading our blog and catching up with us.  Feel free to send us comments, questions, love notes, emails and our favorite snail mail :-) I look forward to sharing more of mine and Zac's story and hope to one day publish a book of our complete love story which in many ways mirrors the pursuit of the Lord after my life.  I'm lucky enough to have ended up with a love story worth retelling, and I married a man who never stopped chasing me after ten years, and who tells me I am the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.  He's demonstrated what faithfulness and love is to me and in turn helped me to understand this character of love that comes from God.  No one is more faithful, passionate and loving than Father God; and I hope our love story shines some light on those traits that originated in the heart of God.  In this season I have seen that the more we become like Him our lives begin to defy the impossible, our lives come alive and our day to day lives become a miracle.   Put your trust in a loving and faithful Father today and watch Him do something new in your life.  Until next time!  Welcome and thanks again for reading our first blog post. 
Zac & Leilani