When I miscarried my twins last November, I depended on God, my family and a faint  memory of who I am, to get through. I did feel like I lost touch with my dreams, my faith, my vision or life.

I was so weak physically that I was totally dependent on my husband and teens to run the house, and care for me, for 4 weeks. As soon as I could get up and about I decided to live an "impulsive little dream".

I wanted to visit my mom and sister in Indiana and be part of the Fortville Winter Festival. I needed to me be with my mom and sister for emotional healing. I needed to get back to a place where I made a difference, where I was truly me, fulfilling my calling.