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To my husband, Trent: You are a rock and a constant source of strength for me. My emotional muscle would be saggy if I had not had you as my trainer and my companion in this journey. You have risked your life for God’s will and for our family, literally. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that God gave me you. Together we have a vision and united we have a purpose in Him. I love you most.

To my children Nathaniel, Ava and Noah: You supported me and inspired me……oh, who am I kidding?! You were the ages of 7, 6 and 4 when the writing of “Among the Myrtle Trees” started and, naturally, you did not understand or help in any way. In fact, it got very messy, especially when your dad worked overseas. There were times when I just knew you were collaborating your efforts to team up against me! No apologies, though. I would be concerned if it were any different. It honors me to be your mother and it is you who drives me to be the best me that I can be. For your dad and me, it is our heart for you to SEE the Word of God lived out in our lives – not just hear it. May this book forever be a reminder and a token for you to always strive for God’s perfect will for your lives no-matter the naysayers or the criticism. Keep your gaze on Him because all you will ever need is through Him.

To my Hosanna family: Thank you for praying and standing with me not only in times of strength but in times of weakness. You took me in and welcomed me back into the flock as if I had never been gone. You are truly a body of people bearing God’s heart for the hurting and the broken. It is an honor to stand and serve alongside of you.

To my dad, Lee: Thank you for pushing me to dream and to never give up. It is because of you that I learned to care less of what others think and care more about my Heavenly Father and to lean on His understanding. I never thought I would say this…..but thank you for the “tough love”. As a mom now, I realize that the groundings, chores, and spankings are harder on the parents and the kids actually get the reward from the discipline later on. Thank you for loving me hard and being a “softy” when it was required.

To my brother, Trever: Thank you for the contribution of your time and talent into the artwork for this book. I believe this is only the beginning for you. ~ Jeremiah 29:11 ~

To my Heavenly Father: My ultimate thanks are to You. There is no other that deserves the honor, glory, and praise that is due to You alone. Thank you for loving me when I am unlovable, being patient with me when I am unteachable, and SO forgiving when I feel that I am beyond forgiveness. But most of all, thank you for not abandoning me even when I was so quick to abandon You. I pray “Among the Myrtle Trees” is a blessing to others and that You receive honor and praise from it. I pray for broken relationships to be restored unto You and for redemption and peace that is only found in You to reign supreme.