One time my husband who’s a pastor was asked by a church lady if he wore the Nikken magnets in his shoes. He said yes, he did, every day. “Do they work?” “I don’t know, but I always point north,” he answered, not thinking about the innuendo. She looked at me with mouth wide open.… Continue Reading
I remember the first months and then the first years of being ill. And out of control. Unable to be independent. Scared and alone. Broke. My now husband Jeff was there, but he worked outrageous hours seven days a week—people have no idea the stress put on the pastor and family. I found a pain clinic… Continue Reading