November 26, 2020
Eight years ago, the day before Thanksgiving, I was four months pregnant with the our second little boy, and my husband came home from work to inform me that the Union had walked onto his job site and completely shut down the company he was working for at the time. The company had been paying their employees, but not the Union. He was unemployed, I was pregnant, and it was the holidays.
Flash forward to 2020. The world is in a craze. Yesterday, the day before Thanksgiving, my husband finished up the last job of his very first quarter million dollar concrete season running his own self-employed operation.
Lord, we’ve got a lot of it.
For the struggle. The growth. The blessings.
All of it. All for you.