As my sleepy feet move across the blacktop, I see the hill. When you live about seventy feet above sea level, what lays before you seems more than just an incline.
Most days the hill leaves me breathless and not in a good way. It challenges me in a way that reminds me of my inadequacies. If hills could talk, I’m sure it has been conversing with the breeze and asking it to be quiet, “Give her a moment of silence. I want the only breath she hears to be her own. It helps her remember that taking a hill is hard and hot and to hold a hill, she must have persistence”
I never face the hill first.
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Wife, mom and Jesus girl best describes Carmen. She has been married to her fella, Lary, for 38 years and has one beautiful daughter.
She walks out her calling to women’s ministry as a Christian Women’s Hope Coach, writer, and speaker, lending her ear and heart to those looking to find hope in the craziness of life.
Carmen is convinced her home in heaven will be beach-side with a chocolate filled closet, but until that glorious day, her family makes the Bayou State their home.
You will find her #WalkingWithWomen at carmenhorne.com
She walks out her calling to women’s ministry as a Christian Women’s Hope Coach, writer, and speaker, lending her ear and heart to those looking to find hope in the craziness of life.
Carmen is convinced her home in heaven will be beach-side with a chocolate filled closet, but until that glorious day, her family makes the Bayou State their home.
You will find her #WalkingWithWomen at carmenhorne.com
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