On This Veteran’s Day

On This Veteran’s Day

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I stopped to take this picture at the park today. Just reflecting on the events of this week as I process the importance of today. #VeteransDay. I can’t help but think, as the mud still flies, that the fact that we can even fling it is a gift and privilege that we have because of the SACRIFICE that they made.

To you #Veterans- young, old, present, or past, today can I just apologize from all of us? I am sorry that this is how we are walking down the road you paved with blood, tears, heartache, and discomfort. I am sorry that we can’t celebrate you today in this moment of history as a great nation, full of unity, prosperity and peace. Most of all, from the depths of my heart, I am truly sorry if any one person has made you feel that any of your efforts were/are in vain. No matter your job, branch, years of service, or tours overseas, each part has been vital to the good of our Nation. Each part.

So as this week closes out and the political smoke still lingers, please know that SO MANY of us took time today to really think about, appreciate, and value YOU & YOUR SACRIFICE.

My heart is filled with gratitude for the men and women that selflessly give, and have given so much for our comfort here. May we only start to act deserving…

From Our Heart Here In The Valley Household,

SINCEREST THANKS & APPRECIATION TO OUR VETERANS
WE ARE WHERE WE ARE TODAY BECAUSE OF YOU…

My Heart Is Up Late…

My Heart Is Up Late…

We may not ALL agree on ALL the details of ALL that has gone on…

But as for me and my house, we can be apart of the solution and we will stand on the following Truths:

1. Humanity is flawed.
2. We ALL need Jesus.
3. With Him we can,
-Forgive Anyone
-Love Anyone
-Help Anyone
-Make GOOD decisions
-Make GOOD habits
-Be People of Integrity
-Be People of Character
4. We ALL need love.
5. We EACH are responsible for solution- it starts internally.
6. We ALL deserve freedom.

*And finally in my home*

WE WILL
SEE HEARTS
NOT
COLOR.

Father, more and more I’m praying for the world my babies will live in. Lord, these times are uncertain, dark, and sad BUT You God, YOU ARE LIGHT in each of us
IF/WHEN we choose to let YOU shine.

Oh Lord, that we would choose to let You shine…

God, protect my babies.
Let them not know the heartache, the hurt, and the anger- Let them know, yes, let them choose to be a solution of love, peace, and unity through YOU. Father, that they would always choose to see #HEARTsOverCOLOR…

Yes, #ALLlivesmatter. But today, today we’re not talking about all, today #BlackLivesMatter…

Love to ALL my friends tonight- no matter where you stand on this, at least agree on this, division is never good for the whole- as a Nation we ALL will be affected. ALL of us…

‘The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.’ 2Peter 3:9

Praying for our nation with you.
LOVE YOU ALL.

Jos
#MinutesMatter
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Because Right Now Hurts Are Great…

Because Right Now Hurts Are Great…

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**Because I Don’t Know What Else To Do…
I’m Hurting With You, Here…**

Father,
I know to come with thanks. That’s hard today. That has been hard the past few days Lord…
But I thank You. Tonight, I watched my kids play hard together. They ran from room to room and squealed at pitches I didn’t know existed, but in between it all they laughed BIG JOY-filled belly laughs. I thank you for that Lord.
But Lord, someone else tonight will never hear that sound again. I don’t know how to process this one.
*
Lord, if I must utter thanks through the brokenness, then I also thank You that they don’t know Father,
my children,

They don’t know that tonight, mommy can’t play like she normally does and laugh those belly laughs with them. Mommy hurts tonight. Mommy questions tonight.
Tonight, mommy’s heart is broken… Again…
*
Lord, my neighbors, the ones you tell us to love, they too are heart broken.
Families around the world tonight are sitting devastated.

Senseless death Lord. Senseless.

I just don’t know how to process my thoughts, my feelings.
These days Lord? These days I wish I could have immediates.
-Immediate answers
-Immediate resources
-Immediate comfort.
-Immediate YOU.
I can Lord, I know I can have immediate contact with You, but if I am being honest, tonight that doesn’t feel like enough. So badly I want to help. I want to fix. I want to change- those immediate’s I just don’t get tonight.
*
‘You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected ALL my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.’ Psalm 56:8

Each tear?
But the WORLD is crying, are you catching them all?

Then You remind my heart, that the same hands
that held the Earth upon creation,
that put on flesh to join creation,
that took nails to save creation,

Yes, those hands are surely big enough to catch Each. Precious. One.

You Promise
“Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” Psalm 126:5-6
*
There is a looming gloom that is among us. A blanket of despair, fear and doubt. A very present evil.
We have seen lives by the dozens just ripped from here, just stolen.
The remnants?
Hearts that mourn for that which was and will never be.
Hearts that will forever be different.
We are all affected.
Each one of us bear this burden. Each one of us is witnessing this evil. Each one of us.
*
Somebody’s baby.
All of them. From the singer, to the Pulse-goer, to the toddler- my mind keeps repeating, that was somebody’s baby.
*
You know what makes me hang onto You more. The shortest verse, the most telling of your heart toward us, Your ability to join in and relate and be us, humanity, this historically recorded documentation of You reacting to a people broken-hearted, a people mourning the loss of one they love,
This-

“Jesus wept.”

You saw hurt. You heard cries. You felt hearts breaking and

You, Jesus, wept.

The response of the eye witnesses? Well they knew you cared. Really, really cared.

“Then the Jews said, “See how He loved him!”
(John 11:35-36)

Can’t we still say Lord, ‘See how much He loves them (Us)?’
Yes, yes we can.
*
Your Word is Truth. It has never been proven false. So much of what was said to happen, what was prophesied in the Old Testament, SO much has already come to pass. There is only a little more left to fulfill. You said NOTHING will be left from completion. Not one tittle. Because we can trust Your Word Lord, because we can physically look back and see to this day the fruition of things spoken that have come to pass- because history can prove You-

And because Your Word is Truth I can trust that
Hebrews 13:8 is true
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever…”
And because YOU have not and do NOT change,
I trust and still say YES that
Just as You wept then for the people you love
You weep today, for us Your creation, the people You LOVE…
*
Father, when we feel like You, who seems so distant and unable to relate, help us to remember that You too watched Your Son take His last breath- an undeserving death.

Father, during these times we want to blame and accuse. Help us to remember, who it was that caused Your Son’s death And help us remember why…

Lord, when our minds start to question, fill with doubt, and give in to fear, please God then, remind us that YOU promise, to NEVER leave us or forsake us and that although we may not understand, Your ways are not our ways, nor are Your thoughts but YOU work ALL things out for GOOD Lord.
*
Father, words and actions and efforts will not be enough right now for SO many who are devastated by the grief they are feeling-
nothing can bring back the one they love-
But Lord,
may we love with Your heart,
speak with Your wisdom,
embrace with Your compassion,
comfort with Your warmth, and
console with Your peace as You work in all of this,
in each of us…
*
Jesus, YOU are the antidote.
Father, may we all know this now.
*
In Your Matchless Name, Jesus.
Amen.
________________________________________________
*Friend, Neighbor, I love you. In these uncertain times I pray you will cling to that Whom is Certain. Look to Him through it all, I promise You will find peace.*

This song has brought comfort today. I hope you let it do the same for you.

I LOVE YOU.
I am in this with you. We can’t fight this alone, but with Him we can be certain that WE WIN THIS BATTLE- WE OVERCOME THIS EVIL.

His WORD is and will forever be final!

Peace, LOVE and Comfort to you my Friends tonight.

-Josie
#Minutematter

 

This Song Is For Your Heart…
Please Listen: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MvlgG9Uqa6g

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This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder’ Pegi Powe! Her Battle With Infertility!

This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder’ Pegi Powe! Her Battle With Infertility!

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I married later in life and the question of when to have children never came up. We just knew we wanted them and didn’t care if they came right away. Many people have a difficult first year of adjustment when first married. We didn’t. It seemed like our lives meshed together and God gave us a special bond of understanding between one another. Why not share it with a child?

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About a year into marriage I went to my GYN for a check up and simply mentioned our desire to have a child and that we weren’t using birth control. I can remember her taking out a new folder and putting my name on it and next to my name she placed the word “Infertility.”

 

Although it was well over 20 years ago, I can still see that chart clearly in my mind and remember the strong emotional reaction I had. “I was not infertile, I was just not pregnant!” That day I went from a calm young wife to a woman on a mission. I was no longer happily intimate with my husband, I was scheduling “on demand” ovulation opportunities that had to be met or I sulked, believing my dear husband must not want a child as much as I did.

 

Ovulation sticks and charts filled our lives and then one day after countless disappointing pregnancy tests the magic stick showed positive. I was at the office when I took the test…immediately called the doctor for an appointment and drove directly to her office for a confirmation. Leaving her office laden down with vitamins and pamphlets I went home to figure out how to tell my husband! I remember the exhilaration and I think I even celebrated that my folder name was about to change. My husband was as thrilled as I was and we told family and friends.

 

I remember going to church about 5 weeks later and going to the bathroom and seeing blood. I went to the hospital. They spent an entire day trying to save the baby…I spent the night there and in the morning went home after D&C, heartbroken.

 

I can remember that being a quiet week. I was very introspective. Someone brought me a meat loaf and I can remember how much it meant. Not that I couldn’t get up and cook, but that someone recognized the great loss of life to us. That miscarriage taught me more about grieving and caring for someone else than most of the losses in my life.

 

Before that time I was among those people who wanted to help in moments like this and said incredibly insensitive things like… “There might have been something wrong with the baby, this was probably for the best.” or “You always can try again.” I didn’t care if God knew something might be wrong with my baby, I believed He could heal my child. I knew I could try again, but I loved this baby. The scripture “Weep with those who weep” became very real to me.

 

It seemed to everyone else I had a miscarriage…to me I lost a baby. Time passed and we again tried but now there seemed to be a huge time clock ticking away in my heart. Mother’s Day became very painful and my demands on my husband were resulting in silent attitudes in my heart. Every opportunity mattered and if we weren’t in perfect submission to the almighty ovulation stick I would feel a sense of despair and quiet anger.

 

The doctor then put me on Clomed and my system couldn’t take it. I became so emotional and anxiety ridden that I was in tears most of the time. Finally the magic stick turned positive, but this time we only told my mom. Could it be all this insanity was finally over?

 

Weeks passed and I began to wonder if I was going to have a boy or girl Then one night the cramping began and it was over before I could even make a doctors appointment. I went on in silent grief dreading again taking the shots needed to continue.

 

I remember going back to the hospital and waiting to go into surgery for a D&C and feeling so sad. I came out of surgery and was in a recovery room when an aide came in and cheerfully asked if I had had a boy or girl. I choked out that I had lost my baby and she fell over herself apologizing. I could hear babies crying up and down the hallway and wondered how cruel it was to put gals with miscarriages on the same floor as moms holding new babies.

 

Life went on and a few months later I went in to begin the Clomed. A few days later I began to hemorrhage and went back to the doctors…I remember her saying ‘this shouldn’t happen unless you were already….’ She never finished the sentence and I left feeling that somehow another pregnancy had been lost. I stopped the shots and went home and just accepted the loss. Always in my mind were the words on the folder, infertile.

 

Later that year a co-worker and his wife went to Ukraine and adopted two children. They were gone three long weeks but when they came back they encouraged us to also try. My husband was initially reluctant but agreed to try. A friend who had done much work over there agreed to help us so we began filling the countless forms to begin the adoption.

 

After many months the excitement began to grow. As the time got close to travel, we began to purchase baby clothes to bring our child home. We decorated a nursery and stocked it well. Earlier that year I had lost my dear mom to leukemia. I tried to keep her going with the hope of a new grandchild but she slipped silently into heaven before we traveled.

 

I remember the morning we left clearly. My only brother was scheduled for open heart surgery, my sister-in law fell, and shattered her leg trying to get into her car and was taken to emergency, and my dear father, still grieving, drove us to the airport, obviously fearful of us heading to foreign country. My heart was all over the place.

 

We arrived and traveled from Moscow by train to the southern part of Ukraine, Krivoy Rog. We stayed with believers who had agreed to help and worked with the church there to encourage believers. It was a ministry/adoption trip.

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So many wonderful things happened but it seemed difficult to get paper work accomplished. We finally heard of a little baby girl and traveled to a lead city to secure the adoption. When we arrived they confiscated our papers and said there was a moratorium against foreign adoptions and we would not receive a child.

 

We were again devastated and on the trip home I began to weep. I cried for the loss of yet another child, the loss of my mom, and shear emotional exhaustion. After completing another week of ministry there we returned home.

 

To say I was numb was an understatement. I remember looking at our beautiful nursery and wondering what to do with it. Six months passed and our friend approached us about returning to the Ukraine, he felt sure it was the right time. Somehow, we agreed and updated our paperwork and again prepared to travel.

 

This time we traveled to another city and stayed in a small apartment where college students would show up and sometimes also stay. This time we were approved by the head of that region and we went to an orphanage and found our little girl. I can remember the first time they put this little 7 pound baby in my arms, my heart bonded instantly and I knew I would do anything to bring her home. My husband had the same reaction. It took that kind of commitment as our paperwork got sabotaged and it would be almost 3 months before we would take this little girl home. Living and fighting the legal system in a foreign country is an experience all its own.

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I was again emotionally spent by the time our adoption was finalized. We had been through the courts and on countless trains between cities. Our visas had run out and we were illegal aliens. We had both lost 25 pounds. Finally, they placed our daughter in our arms and told us it was over, we could go home.

 

As hard as we had to fight for this baby, I can still remember thinking. “Someone just gave me a life. Someone just gave me a baby.”

 

It had been an uphill battle and even as we attempted to board our plane home, the airport clerk refused to stamp our baby’s passport and ticket. Moments before take off and with everyone waiting for me, I began to weep in front of him. He looked helpless, stamped the ticket and I ran to the plane and boarded with my child and returned home, a mother.

 

It is amazing to me how answered prayer takes the sting out of the painful past. Two years later, we boarded another plane to bring home our second child. Another eventful story, another time. Life for us was now filled with the laughter of two precious little girls. I know at the time I didn’t understand why God would allow those miscarriages, but I also know we would have never traveled to adopt. We wouldn’t have wanted to miss these two for the world! He knew I had much to learn in my pain. He also knew the children I was meant to mom.

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Years have passed and that little girl I fought so hard to bring home gave me the most precious gift since she was placed in my arms. She gave me a grandson and he is perfect. How life changes and how love deepens. God is indeed faithful, especially in our pain. Psalms 68:6 says God places the lonely in families. He truly brings beauty from ashes and we are so grateful for the plan He had for our lives.

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#WOWWednesday! Woman-Of-Wonder Nicole Sizler!

#WOWWednesday! Woman-Of-Wonder Nicole Sizler!

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It was early in 2012 when I found out I was expecting my 3rd son, due on Christmas day. My husband Keith and I were elated to find out we were going to be expanding our family, again! We were up for the challenge of adding another little man into our family of 5 (our 2 other boys were almost 2 and 4 at the time, and my step-daughter, Olivia, was 10 years old). A family of 6 sounded great to me; however, I would feel slightly panicked when I thought about space since we were really already a family of 6 living in a 4 bedroom/1bathroom house. See, I forgot to mention that my mom lived with us as well. My mom started living with us in 2009 when we bought our home in Strongsville. Initially, when she moved in, she was OUR helper…I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was the best thing ever. Having a parent you love dearly, live with you, when you have a newborn, is a lot like having a built-in babysitter. However, I’d be fibbing if I didn’t say that just as much as my mom helped us, we helped her in return. You see, her health had been failing for years, and she was single woman who didn’t have much…no job, no car, no healthcare (please know that she did have all of these things just a few years prior, but that’s the tricky part about life, things can change in an instant). However, in every area she lacked ‘things’; she had excess of ‘things’ that mattered more…love, laugher, knowledge, etc.

For my story to be relevant to you, I feel that I need to share a little more about how I got here. My mom was literally my hero. From the time I was a little girl, I remember idolizing her. She was strong, smart, funny, loving and dependable. Maybe the real reason she became my hero is because I watched her conquer what seemed like constant challenges in life, always with a positive attitude. She would always remind my brother and I, that as bad as things seemed, they could be worse. She would also tell us that God only passed out what you could handle, and that we would be just fine. Well, she was right. We were always just fine. We went to Catholic grade school, got good grades, stayed out of trouble and moved onto getting good jobs and going to college. All of these things made my mom so proud. See, my mom was not a woman who spent every Sunday in church, or spent her time at Bible studies or prayer groups. I remember her having very little free time and working a lot. She was a woman trying so hard to keep together a family of 4, as she watched her very unstable husband come and go as he pleased. For all intents and purposes of this story, she was a single mom who raised 2 children, with an emphasis on God, as the guiding light in their life. She was admired by friends and she was the kind of person you wanted to have in your corner. Now that I am older and a little wiser, I can easily look back and see that one of my mom’s gifts was that of a servant’s heart.

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Ok, now that you have a little background on my mom and better insight into how close we were, we can fast-forward to September of 2012. My mom had been increasingly ill; she was coming down with frequent pneumonias, infections and unknown weight loss. It would be important to say that for about the year prior to this, she was relying on our help more and more and it was clear that somewhere along the way we became her caregivers. This was challenging, even on my best days, because caring for little people while trying to manage a sick adult, all in one home, gave me little time to decompress. My mom was aware of this and did everything in her power to minimize this for me. My husband Keith was always really good at helping me find a balance too. I guess I should also mention that not only was I a wife, mom and “care giving daughter”, I was also a part time Speech-Language Pathologist and small business owner. Yes, needless to say, life was (and still is) a little busy.

Suddenly, time started moving very quickly. I have the uncanny knack for remembering dates. Exact dates. Why? I have no idea. Sometimes it’s a blessing and other times it’s a curse. I can recall my mom being at several doctors in early September. She was being treated for a ‘recurrent pneumonia’ and she was only getting worse. At my core, I knew we were about to be entering a scary crossroad. I could just feel it. My suspicion was that her symptoms were of something way more serious, and unfortunately, I ended up being right.

On Wednesday September 12th, my mom got a phone call from her doctor that her lab work came back dangerously abnormal and she needed to go to the ER. She was not happy. She was used to hospitalizations and they typically didn’t shake her up too much, but this time was different. She was unsettled, uneasy, and even anxious. It was like she knew that a diagnosis was nearby, lurking, waiting to make its debut. We both knew it, but we had entrusted the care of her team of physicians to figure it all out. After all, she was at one of her many doctors for an appointment, what felt like, at least 1 time a week. I found it unfathomable with all of her surgeries and hospitalizations, that her team of medical professionals could have missed something more serious. However, my mom always had a deep seated fear that she was going to die from cancer, just like her mom had (her mom passed away when my mom was only 17 from breast cancer).

Okay, to speed along the story, Wednesday Sept. 12th, she is admitted. She goes through a ton of testing and we are left with no answers, other than the nurses concern that she looks ‘a little yellow’. Thursday, they take her for scans and decide she needs a liver biopsy. Being a medical professional myself, my worry radar immediately hit an all time high. Friday Sept. 14th, results come back that are ‘inconclusive’ and they need to repeat the biopsy, which was painful. They also remove a few liters of fluid from her lungs. All things are looking worse, day by day…with no answers. See, the ‘beauty/curse’ of having medical knowledge and a computer with the internet – yep, you can pretty much figure out true diagnoses before they are given. During the next week, my mom requires blood transfusions, has a few falls, and starts to have a cognitive decline. It was like living a nightmare in fast-forward. The following Friday on Sept. 21st an oncologist comes into her room, while she is alone, and tells her that she has stage IV metastatic cancer in her liver, and that nothing can be done for her. Yep. Alone. I will never forget calling her to see if anyone had come in to see her yet. It was about 11am. I was waiting for my son to get up from a nap and we were going to pick up my other son from pre-school. However, after I talked to her I managed to compose myself for a brief second to call my husband and let him know what was happening. This is the day I will never be able to forget. This is the day that my husband literally had to come home from work early, and pick me (and my very pregnant belly) up off the floor. My world as I knew it had just stopped spinning.

I will spare you the gritty details of the process from here on out and try to sum things up as best as I can. My mom was taken to a rehab facility against the will of her doctors (they wanted her to go to hospice care immediately). I knew she needed to focus on a goal to get a little stronger (at the time she couldn’t even walk) so she could come home and pass away in our house. IN her more lucid days prior, my brother and I had to have some very tough conversations with her about her wishes, and we knew this was important to her. On one hand, I couldn’t have agreed more, on the other hand, I was petrified. Most people thought I was crazy for even considering this. I was really pregnant, really tired from my other kiddos and still trying to work when I could. I knew it was a dangerous move, but I knew that it was what needed to be done. Keith fully supported whatever I decided. On the night before my mom came home from the rehab facility (she was there almost 2 weeks) – I literally prayed all night. I did not sleep at all. The Lord spoke so clearly to me and it was something I will never forget. Moments like that are engrained into your being. He had assured me that this was what needed to be done. I had made the right decisions and needed to continue moving forward. His work was planned and I was merely a player following out His will. It was my job to listen. My mom came home that next day with hospice care, on my birthday – October 11th. The beauty in the Lord’s plan of her arrival to my home on her birthday was indescribable. At the moments that I was weakest, she would find a way to comfort me. Yes, my mom, ridden with a horrific form of cancer (we found out after she passed that it was pancreatic cancer which is almost impossible to find before it’s too late) would reassure me that things were going to be just fine. Just like she had, all those years prior. I was reminded of all the times I heard her say, “The Lord only gives you what you can handle.” Again, the Lord was speaking to me and giving me all the courage I needed to continue on this journey. The next 3 days were filled with unbelievable highs and terrible lows. By this point, my mom was not communicating or eating much. The writing was on the wall and we knew the time would be soon for her to be with the Lord. The hospice team was very helpful and we were surrounded by an army of love via friends and family. My aunt never left my mom’s side. We all were able to pray with my mom and say our goodbyes as she passed from her Earthly home to her eternal resting place on October 15th, 2012. I wipe the tears streaming down my face as I type this, because I feel so blessed to have had her for my mom. Even when she couldn’t communicate at the end of her life, and even now in her absence, she continues to teach me so much as I reflect back on her life and my contribution to it.

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A few months later I gave birth to a happy, healthy little man named Colin. He was born on December 8th and in many ways, I feel that he helped save me.   After he was born, Keith went home to be with our other children and I was alone with Colin for a few hours before we had any visitors. After I was done feeding him, I started crying (loudly) and the nurse walked in to see what happened. In this perfect moment of unbelievable happenings, Colin looked up at me and put his hands on my face. Even the nurse was taken aback. I stopped crying and knew that in that moment, the Lord had sent me a message. Once again, things were going to be just fine. The lesson I learned was that whenever I had doubt, I needed to flush it out and continue to believe strongly and fiercely in plans beyond my current understanding.

Our lives have continued to move forward and we all continue to grieve the loss of a mother, grandmother, aunt, sister and friend. However, the legacy she left behind to most that knew her was too good to be forgotten. I quickly decided I needed to funnel my sadness and grief into purpose. I prayed long and hard about what that would look like. Finally, I had a plan. In 2013 and 2014 we completed the Parma Area Relay for Life in my mom’s honor – as a team called Carol’s Cancer Crusaders. I am happy to say that this year we are joining the Strongsville area Relay for Life and gathering a team to help support this very important cause in May. In addition, my pride and joy has been creating a project I call “Hope for Hospice” bags. I have run 2 donation rounds and have had 48 bags sponsored and sent to the Cleveland Clinic Hospice. The concept is that you sponsor a bag for $20 (from my Thirty-One Gifts business), which my family then fills with some basic items such as a folder, notepad, pens, crossword puzzle, hard candy, hand sanitizer, lotion – along with a flyer explaining the random act of kindness associated with the bag. The bag is then given to the caregiver of a newly enrolled Hospice patient. My hope is that the bag finds them at a time when they most need encouraging and can feel the love and random act of kindness from a complete stranger; to help us all feel a little more connected in this busy life. I am currently in the process of getting the donations together for this year’s Hope for Hospice drive. If you would like more information you can go to: Carol’s Cancer Crusaders and like the page on Facebook. You can also order a ‘cinch sac’ at www.mythirtyone.com/nikkisizler – go to My Scheduled Parties & Select “Hope for Hospice” – type in Cinch Sac and choose to have it delivered to me, the hostess. You can also contact me at nikkiv411@hotmail.com with any questions or more information on how to make a monetary donation of $22 to sponsor a bag. I am hoping that this will be the best year yet. I hope and pray that we can share more encouragement and love with strangers during such a challenging time and that they too, can feel the presence and guidance of the Lord in their life.

Thank you so much for reading a little part of my life story,

Sincerely….Nicole Sizler

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