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I've been married to my husband, Michael, for almost 25 years. I'm a mom to a biological son and an adopted son from Colombia, and I'm also a spiritual mom to my adopted son's older brother, who I claim as a son in my heart. I'm bilingual and love to work with and relate to Spanish-speaking children and families. I've been a teacher to students from all sorts of backgrounds and cultures for the last 20+ years. I'm also an author and a certified Biblical counselor. I'm in a new empty nest season in a new location far from where I raised my boys, so I'm definitely in a stage of rediscovering myself, my interests, and my purpose.

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Surviving the Valley Series
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Thursday, October 20, 2022

New obsession with Fall

I've always been a spring girl, waiting anxiously for the first blooms of the season.  I can't say I really know much about flowers, how to plant them, care for them, or even when to expect them to appear. Rather than a green thumb, I think I got a black thumb. I love looking at them, though, and will frequent any nearby nature trail to soak them in and appreciate them. 

I think my beloved spring may have some competition now that I live right on the border of Brown County, Indiana. After experiencing my first fall here over the last few weeks, I have a whole new appreciation for trees and their amazing variety of leaves and colors. Driving to and from work just fills me with awe of God's creativity. I find myself longing for them to stay as long as possible.



The colors are especially beautiful when you 
get a random, unexpected blanket of snow early one morning. 





Entering the New Song campus

My side yard



Pictures don't do this lookout area any good. 





I love this tree--JD. 
Juan said, "Hey, is that my tree?"

Just a nice afternoon walk after school one day on my road.


My latest craft. Have had these for years and never painted them. 
I finally felt inspired to paint them here now that I've experienced a true autumn. 






























































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