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Healing Rain On Barren Land – My Story of Infertility
I always dreamed of being married and having children. My husband had similar dreams. Once Bobby and I married, we waited to start a family. Our goal was to further our careers. Racing is an all-consuming passion, and it takes from you as much as you give it. Bobby was passionately pursuing his dream – the one that God gave him as a young child. I essentially had two jobs – my job in the corporate world and as Business Manager for the racing operation. We delayed parenting, but finally came the day when we agreed to put aside the birth control. The months and years passed. No baby. I…
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Two Worst Days in Bed
Bobby and I have spent the whole day in bed together twice. Neither was for a romantic reason, but both resulted in romance. I’ll share the other story at the end. This time was in 1997 and was the day after one of our worst days racing. When we decided that we were going funny car racing, Bobby called Harry. Harry was an acquaintance at the time but became Bobby’s mentor and in many ways, just like a dad. He was an NHRA national record holder and knew his stuff. He gave Bobby advice like “Sit in a funny car with the body down first. You’ll know right away if you…
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One of my favorite speakers, Jeff Henderson, asked this question recently: “Why did Jesus weep when Lazarus died when he knew he would raise him from the dead?” Now, you might not believe in Jesus or know who Lazarus is, but it’s a fascinating story! And, there is relationship advice here. Let me tell you. It’s so so good. There are two guys named Lazarus in the Bible; this one is Lazarus of Bethany. He was brother to Mary and Martha, and the three siblings were very close friends of Jesus. Lazarus got really sick, and the sisters sent word to Jesus that he needed to get there pronto to…
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Long Line of Love
These pictures, taken at two different times, are remarkably similar. One is of my parents-in-law, and the other is of my husband and me. However, while the look of these pictures may be coincidental, the story these pictures reveal indeed IS NOT. I met my husband in September of 1981, and three months later, I was on my way to Western New York to meet his whole family for Christmas. I was a wreck. This man is an introvert, and he was still very much a mystery. I knew the basics about his family: two parents, one brother, two sisters. Oh, and I knew that his mom was concerned that…
