I have shared in much of the life, the lives and stories I have told. I was a minister’s wife for twenty years, seven of those in country pastorates. I have been a teacher, a social worker, a counselor, have worked on farms and grew up in a farming community. I am most definitely a mother and grandmother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a cousin and share friendships all over the country. I am a graduate of both Asbury College and the University of West Florida. I have lived in seven states and one foreign country, and have traveled in twelve foreign countries. But home has always been southern Indiana. My people have been here for seven generations. I have Parkinson’s Disease. I am no poet, but I have a poet’s soul, and the poems are my own, and if you should be blessed by one, give the thanks to God.
This story offers the reader what it so states, a whisper of hope, a measure of faith. For ordinary people, caught in a darkness they did or did not bring on themselves, what is first needed, is a whisper of hope. They are so convinced that the darkness will never go away. It may be the darkness of grief, the darkness that comes from abuse and neglect, the darkness that fighting disease brings, the darkness of addiction, the darkness of depression. They need to know they are not alone.
The stories of hope are told through the eyes of John Krayle, a retired Methodist Bishop, who is writing his memoirs in tribute to his beloved wife, Marti. These are fictional people whom I have met time and time again in my little span of time called my life. In this story, set in their early years of their ministry while John was still a Baptist Preacher, John and Marti strive to bring hope into the lives of the people of this community. They want to make a difference. And they do. There is humor sprinkled here and there, and a little romance, but generous on the seeking of hope and the clinging to a measure of faith. In no way do I mean to reflect negatively on my Baptist friends or the Baptist church and hope it is understood by my readers.
I live in North Vernon, Indiana and am retired, enjoy my children and grandchildren and extended family as much as possible, as well as many friends, and still enjoy a walk in the woods on the little piece of land I grew up on, north of Vernon on the Wyloosing.
Besides writing and family/historical research, I enjoy cooking, gardening and quilting, and of course, reading. I attend the same small country church I grew up in.