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It was not the echo of my daddy’s prayer, nor the familiar comfort of the pews. It was the thunder of a quiet "I AM," A sudden knowing that broke the silence, "You are mine." Not a distant God, but a present Abba. Known as our Father. He is the ink in my pen, the architect of my design, the unwavering Call that gives me reason.

This is the love that builds a fortress.

One part partnership, one part covenant. All part family - my heart. My husband, my collaborator, the other half of the vow. My children, the arrows in the quiver, the living proof of the promise. We are 6 Wills, one work, one love. This is my anchor and my heritage, the crew who'll inherit. The home from which all other battles are won.

We win, I win - I love.