In August of 2013, I woke my 5-year-old son up in the middle of the night to leave for our trip to the Oregon coast. A trip that would forever change my life.

It was about 3 hours later that I knew something was going wrong—I was having a major stroke, and my brain was shutting down. I could not remember how to dial 911 or how to pray, but fortunately, my son remembered how to do both. He saved my life and my soul.

 

2 weeks after the stroke, he visited  me in the hospital and informed me that he was not alone in that car that day—He had an angel with him. That was my sign to give my life to God, and despite being told that I may never walk, talk, or use my arm again, I needed to trust my savior. He would not leave or forsake me.

 

Through the years, I began using Reclaimed wood with my Reclaimed body, and my Reclaimed walk with my Savior to make stuff. When my very good friend, Bonnie, asked me to pray for her husband because he had a very bad heart attack, I was very willing. When she suggested that I open my home up to a church, I prayed again. We started having church every Sunday morning. It seemed almost like God had already given us the name, Reclaimed2. This home church, Reclaimed2, is proof that all things are possible through God.