Missing My Mom


For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39

10 years since my Mom, Jean Snyder Parvin, went home to Jesus. I will never stop missing her. No need to comment… instead call or hug your Mom for me.

Coming For to Carry Me Home


Today I walked with a childhood friend as we buried her Momma. No matter our age, for many of us, our Mothers are a constant reminder of the purest form of love that we will know. Mothers bind us with their hearts as they bear us in their wombs. They are wonderfully made and graced by God.

I talked so much with my parents who told me that the best way I could honor their memory was to live out a happy life after they were gone. Amazingly, the first thing I found in my father’s wallet after he passed away was a picture of his own Dad who had gone to glory over 70 years ago. For 70 years my Dad had looked at that picture daily. He never forgot.

I know that my friend today will honor her Mother and remember her with love all the rest of her earthly days. I feel the same for my parents. I think we can honor and remember equally and know they wait for us in heaven.

Until that wonderful reunion, I’ll laugh, love, enjoy this life and thank God for every day. That’s the least I can do.

May angels lead you into paradise Gloria Meyerdierks and may God bless Barbara as she grieves her great loss.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan, and I what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I coming too
Coming for to carry me home

I’m sometimes up, I’m sometimes down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home

Mother’s Day


I have to admit something to you. I don’t really like Mother’s Day.

I know that may seem somewhat controversial since I am the loving mother to three girls. But, let me explain. I waited eight years into my marriage to have children and it was only after my first daughter was born that I realized every day henceforth was going to be Mother’s Day for me.

My three girls gave me a new perspective on life. I have always believed that I was lucky, but after my children were born, I knew I was lucky. Those feelings remain to this day. I also know that it is easy to become a Mom but it is not so easy to be a really good Mom.

The nicest compliment I ever received was when my own mother told me what a great job I was doing raising my daughters. I knew the compliment was sincere because it came from someone who truly understood what being a great mother was all about. High praise indeed.

I don’t need gifts, flowers, or chocolates… God has already blessed me with more than I can ever repay. Their names are Taylor, Tori, and jj.

I am happy on this Mother’s Day and I am happy every day. My precious girls. My precious God.


How happy is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in His ways! You will surely eat what your hands have worked for. You will be happy, and it will go well for you…May the Lord bless you from Zion, so that you will see the prosperity of Jerusalem  all the days of your life, and will see your children’s children. ~Psalms 128:1-2, 5-6