Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Thankful...

As we wrapped our head around the journey of moving, there were several tasks that needed to be completed.  One was getting our New York home ready for sale.  We needed to complete several ‘fixes’ on our home.  Some of the tasks have been in queue for several years as we placed them on the ‘back burner’ while we ran the business.  The queue was no longer an option, so I created a whiteboard that sat in the living room.  The whiteboard would mock us as I crossed an item off and then I would add two more to the end.  The list seemed to grow as the days left to fix everything shrunk.  It didn’t take long to become overwhelmed by the massive set of tasks.

Then it happened…

Help started coming from all corners of our church…


First, one woman came and sat with me as I started the packing/painting process.  She picked up a brush and stood by me and painted walls and packed boxes.  She stayed with me holding my ladder as I climbed to the top and reached the hard spots outside.  She came back every day with a smile and encouragement as we packed room by room until almost all rooms were done!  She never gave up on me or my overwhelming tasks.

Another woman stayed on the phone with me as I painted the trim of a room alone.  She kept me company and talked with me for TWO HOURS as I painted with the smallest brush avoiding the wall and only catching the molding.  We talked about EVERYTHING!  It was hilarious and uplifting all at the same time.  The Next thing I knew, I was done and I had beautiful memories of our conversation…

What a blessing!

Another couple came over and helped us trim ALL the bushes and trees!

Another couple came over and helped us stain our deck!

AND they volunteered to take one of our vehicles to Florida to save us from driving two down or paying a large sum of money to a company to transport it.  I have another story about THAT I will share later!

Another couple brought us soup…

Two men from the men’s group came and helped my husband paint!

Then there was someone special I have to mention who didn’t go to our church.  He worked with us and when we turned the key on the business, refused to go home.  This man stayed by Carl’s side from that day until the day we pulled away from our home in NY.  He helped with all the fixes, helped clean out the barn, mowed the ten acres of lawn, and never stopped until everything was done.  He refused to take any money or a paycheck from the day we turned the key on the business.  He did it without any fanfare or any expectation.  We will always be grateful for him and pray for him everyday. 

There were so many people…

There were so many helpers…

I can’t leave out the MANY, MANY prayers we were covered in during this time as well…  So many people from our church prayed with us and over us those seven weeks while we did the fixes/packing.  We couldn’t have done it without the covering of prayer…

Thank you seemed so hollow compared to what was given…

We are so humbled by everything.

We are so grateful…

I wanted to share this and thought it was the perfect time to do so today…

I am thankful for so much.  The above is just a small example of God’s Glory…

Thank you Lord!

Love you guys!



I thank my God every time I remember you. 

Philippians 1:3


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Sunday, November 23, 2025

Quarters in the couch


Hey!  I missed you guys!  It has been a hot minute since we talked…

So much has changed.  I have been a tad busy. I haven’t had time to write or share here… but I am finally back. 😊 

Can we back up a bit here and catch up?

God called us to move, to Florida this year.  Yes, I said that correctly.  These next few weeks I will get deeper into our story, but for now I want to share a small God-reminder that has been with us during and throughout this journey that I quaintly call quarters in the couch.

You remember when you were little and were excited to find coins in the couch from your parents pockets and could get something at the local store?  (Yes I am dating myself, I know lol) It was like a piggy bank of joy each time you reached down into the couch or between the cushions in the car.  Now I know a quarter doesn’t buy a lot today, but each one adds up when you save them.  As a kid these quarters were like dollars to us back in the day!

When we finally understood where God was taking Carl and myself on this new journey in the spring, the financial implications were massive.  We were about to shut a 39-year-old business down, sell everything, and have no income coming in to pay the bills.  This was going to be one major leap of faith for both of us.  So much so - that I spent two days number crunching to see how we were going to survive on no income for five months till the end of the year.  God told me we would make it, but I wanted to see it on paper. 
I still remember looking over that spreadsheet wondering how this was going to happen.  It didn’t make sense, but I knew HE was going to do it. 

So, we stepped out in faith.

We went to our last K-Love Fan Awards event in May.  I asked God for a word.  He gave us the word, Surrender ALL.  Carl and I wept and walked away from the event in agreement.  We would not be Jonah.  We would obey.  No matter how painful. 

We shut the business down.  We sold everything.  What we didn’t sell, we gave away.  We were going to downsize massively.  There was no other way.  Then the rubber hit the road.  How would we pay for everything? 

God knew. 

The first one came out of the blue.  I was working with vendors as we shut the business down.  We needed to pay off our debts.  We had a zoom meeting with one vendor as we closed our account to review everything and receive our final bill.  When the call was wrapping up they announced to me that they were wiping away our final bill to help us out since they knew we were just closing the doors to our business and not selling.  Just because.  Thousands…  Their comment to me at our last meeting was, “This should help you as you end your business.”  They were trying to help.  They didn’t know us personally, but wanted to help.  All I could do was weep on the call.

Quarters in the couch.



Another week went by and another vendor did the same thing.  This one was much bigger.  The debt was much larger and the vendor is a billion dollar company.  We were a small company compared to the others they worked with on a daily basis.   They had no reason to give us the grace they did, but God.  The debt they erased took my breath away…  Again, all I could do was cry.

Quarters in the couch.


Each week something would happen just like these stories above.  I would shout from my office to Carl, QUARTERS IN THE COUCH!

I shared the stories with everyone that would listen to me!

We had an estate/business sale.   It helped us keep afloat for a little longer.  Each sale, each bonus, each gift…  quarters in the couch.

 I sold a bunch of items at the estate sale and shared the story with a couple.  They came back to me later that day and handed me a handful of change they found in a purse I sold them.  She called it my quarters in the couch moment…  I told her to keep the change, remember me and my story, and share it with others. 😊

God instances are everywhere in our daily lives, even in quarters in the couch.

I am still receiving quarters in the couch sitting here in our new home in Florida.  The dust hasn’t quite settled here, and we have more to do before we are ready for HIS next steps.  Maybe that is why the quarters are still coming? 

Or, just maybe, He wants to use the quarters as a quiet reminder that HE is still our provider every day.

Either way, I will never look at quarters in the couch the same way again…

I hope this story helps you to look at it differently too 😊

Love you!


Philippians 4:19

And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.


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