Carolyn’s stories have appeared in the popular God Allows U-turns Series, Cup of Comfort Series, Guideposts magazine and other publications. Her passion, however, is protecting children from childhood sexual abuse. At the age of four, a hired field-hand attempted to molest her. Miraculously, she got away and told her father. Everything. She has spent the past ten years championing this issue and has received training certificates from some of the leading organizations dedicated to protecting children. RISE AND SHINE: A TOOL FOR THE PREVENTION OF CHILDHOOD SEXUAL ABUSE is her first children’s book. A mother of seven (yes, seven), her life has been enriched through adoption and foster care. Carolyn and her husband, Ken, call Pennsylvania home. To view her children's book, please visit RiseandShineMovement.org
“I feel like all I get done all day is minister to our kids,” I said. Well honestly, I cried. Yeah, I cried. You see, I was in the midst of a momma meltdown, seated on our little timeout stool … Continue reading →
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“Luke, leave that bee alone; it’s going to sting you.” I cautioned. My three year old continued chasing the bee, swatting at it as it buzzed busily around the flowers in my garden. “Luke, stop it! The bee will hurt … Continue reading →