I’ve been thinking a lot about who crossed Billy’s path over the years.

I mentioned that I was 27 years old when I had a revelation moment that was building up to that crescendo for some time.

Billy would have been 8 years old.

Billy’s 2nd grade picture at 8 years old.

My prayers went from basic ” God is great God is good, thank you for our food,” ( maybe not THAT basic) to truly desiring God’s best but being ignorant as to how to attain that.

More than anything I was done with drama and sick of living the life I’d been given like a ball in a pinball machine.

Whichever way the wind would blow was the direction I would go.

When I really started to seek the Lord with my whole heart as best as I knew how, my prayers changed.img_2431

As I continued to grow and change over the years, so did my prayers, especially my prayers for my Billy and my other children and step-children and even their future spouses.

Billy at about 11 years old.

About 16 years ago when Billy was 11 years old, I started praying prayers for my children from the book titled “The Power Of A Praying Parent” by Stormie Omartian.

I fervently prayed for my family with prayers touching every aspect of their lives. These prayers were filled with scripture verses and God’s Word says that “His Word does not return void but will accomplish what He pleases and will prosper in what He sends it to do.” Isaiah 55:11 parapharse mine. 

Those books, “The Power Of A Praying Parent” and “The Power Of A Praying Wife were filled with scripture and they taught me how to pray God’s Word. img_2434

8 years ago, I heard teaching that finally connected all the dots and made God’s Word come alive in my heart.

Once again my prayers changed. Thanking God for what He has already done.

One teaching that specifically penetrated my heart was how to pray for the unsaved.

At this point, Billy was 18 years old and his choices had my head spinning at times! I’m sure when I was a young adult my mother’s head was spinning too!

Billy and I on his 18th birthday

Every single person on this earth has a belief system which molds and shapes them and ultimately sends them in a direction.

When people would ask me “How’s Billy doing? I would reply “He’s finding himself!”

As I listened to the teaching entitled A better way to pray by Andrew Wommack.

He taught on Luke 10:2

“And he said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.

Ask the Lord to send people, laborers, across the path of the people in your life no matter what they believe. That’s the harvest.

Well, my dear Mother and I started praying this way for Billy.

I’ll never forget the time that the three of us were sitting at my kitchen table and Billy said

“you know I have people stop me all of the time trying to tell me about God and Jesus and I tell them yeah I know all about that my Pop-Pop is a pastor.

I know that they’re only stopping me because of my piercings in my tattoos!

My mom and I looked at each other and laughed and shook our heads and said “Billy, those people are stopping you because we are praying that God will send people across your path reminding you of God and His word.

My beautiful Mother. This is how I remember her before cancer struck.

I am so very thankful for those laborers that we prayed across my son’s path.They listened when the Lord told them to speak to my son.

One instance that was life-changing for Billy and now for me was one day back in November 2016 when Billy and his girlfriend were walking down the street.

A lady stopped her car in the street and rolled down her window and looked right at my son and told them that God loves you and y

My handsome son and his beautiful girlfriend.

ou are so special in God’s sight.

Billy texted his dad and told him all about it and said “I think it’s time that I get saved.”

That was two years after my mother died.

God is faithful. The prayers that I had prayed for years for my children, my step-children my husband, and my family of origin, they don’t return void.

My mothers prayers were heard and answered even after she had died.

I do not know who that woman was that stopped her car in the street that day, but I am forever grateful that she heard the Lord’s voice and she obeyed.

She was a laborer who went into the harvest just like I prayed for.

I will never be the same person that I was before my son was brutally murdered.

These words are birthed from the depths of my heart that has been shattered.

My mother’s heart that has nurtured the idea and desire of being a mother from a very,                                         very young age.

Billy’s 1st Christmas. He was 3 and 1/2 months old. That’s me at age 6. Even then I wanted to grow-up and be a Mommy.











I want to share with the world how my shattered heart is gently being pieced back together one tiny shard at a time.

If the Bible, God’s word is true, which I personally believe it is, then my son is more alive and more free than he ever was in this world.

The regrets that try to come on me can usually be dispelled by realizing that Billy isn’t concerned with regrets. He is basking in perfect love. img_2440

All earthly mistakes and misunderstandings, he now understands and he‘s at perfect peace.

It’s my hope that as I tell our story and share moments from our lives that this is one way that I can be a laborer in the harvest.








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