Review: Ever Flowing Streams, by Dana Taylor

Ever Flowing Streams of Healing Energy, by Dana Taylor is a book you do not just read, but experience.

While Ever Flowing Streams is primarily a book regarding Reiki, the power of God, healing energies, surpassing conventional mainstream thinking to heal the body, mind and spirit and encourages the reader to live a cleaner life through whole foods, essential oils and herbs – It has something that few books in its group possess: A genuine sense from the author that she truly cares about the material by investing her own history and memoirs into the work making it more than a Holistic-by-numbers cookie cutter book and turning it into a journey.

Reading through the book you’re given a true sense of Ms. Taylor, her experiences, her beliefs, her truths, apprehensions and successes.  More than that though – as you read and absorb her words you begin to have awakenings about your own self.  These realizations can open doors, scale proverbial mountains within your own mind and conquer issues otherwise thought hopeless.

I have spent the better part of my life reading books on religion, spiritual pursuits, meditation, prayer, bible studies, Reiki, healing, the power of the Divine, energies and so on.  I always enjoy reading the material, but normally rarely find myself personally impacted by the writing or the message within the pages.  I tend to take in these subjects from an educational perspective and having read so much of it, usually finish the book with a feeling of, “Yes I’ve read that before,” or,  “That was somewhat interesting.”   I apply it where applicable and move on with my day.

To some degree I suppose I had anticipated Ever Flowing Streams to have the same type of impact.  I was reading it, because it had come highly recommended by my very close friend, Mary, who had been deeply moved by the writer’s material.  Finding similarities with the author such as the state they lived in, belief in healing prayer and meditation and heavy involvement in churches, (Mary’s husband is a Methodist minister) she felt incredibly encouraged by the book.  After a week or two of having it sit in my Kindle app I finally embarked on what would soon come to be a pinnacle point in my life, because of this book.


The Flow

I found Ms. Taylor’s explanations on healing prayer, meditation, its practices and eventually her path towards Reiki to be honest, sincere, educated, well explained and thoughtful.  I loved the way she incorporated these moving energies into her Christian faith, which for the most part tends to frown heavily upon those who have strong tendencies for healing energies and particularly the concept of Reiki.  Having worked in churches knowing well that the mention of these concepts could leave you singled out, cast out and persecuted – I deeply respect the courage and strength it must have taken the author to step out and publish Ever Flowing Streams.

The book itself is not a long and extensive read.  In fact I had finished the bulk of it in two days even though my reading time is limited to the time I spend sitting in the driver’s seat of my truck while waiting for my son to finish a class, lesson or training session.  Suddenly three quarters of the way into the book I stubbed my toe on Chapter 11 and had to shut down the Kindle app in favor of Angry Birds.

Casting off shackles

Chapter 11 embarks on forgiveness, the importance of it, how it is necessary not just because it’s a good thing, but because it’s a part of the mind, spirit and body’s healing process.  It’s explained that unforgiveness is  the root for much disease, pains, ailments and symptoms rampant in our physical lives.  Ironically Chapter 11 was also the type of bankruptcy we nearly had to file, which brought up numerous issues for me personally and the realization that not only had I not forgiven anything or anyone, but that I didn’t really want to either.  It was as though I was holding on to it like the last shreds of a tattered security blanket from a life I could no longer claim, belonging to a person I no longer was.  I was filled with such rage and a bitter taste for the concept of forgiveness I felt that my options were to close the Kindle app or smash my tablet over the steering wheel.  Not up for the investment price of another device – I opted to exit Kindle and take out my seething anger on some digital pigs with hurled birds.

I immediately messaged Mary, “I don’t know if I can finish the book.”

She replied, “You’re at the chapter on forgiveness aren’t you?”

I answered, “Yes!”

She typed back simply, “Just finish it.  Trust me.”

I’d like to say I’m a big enough person that I was able to just reopen Kindle and resume reading, but the truth is it took me several days to commit myself to continuing the read.  When I finally did I had to approach it with an open mind, essentially removing myself from my own circumstances, past, present and uncertain future. I finished the remaining quarter of the book in another day.  I mulled the information over again and again.  I discussed it with my husband and my friend for three days before I finally decided that if I had this much of an issue with the simple concept of forgiveness and how it applied to so many other areas of my life then it must be a matter worth looking into and was affecting me more than I thought.

Embracing

The morning I finally dedicated myself to sitting down, opening that prayer or meditation time and accepting as well as asking forgiveness will forever be solidified in my mind as a day when all the colloquialisms and phrases we use such as, “casting off the shackles of the old,” and “being reborn,” had absolute, vivid, and crystal clear meaning for my flesh.  It was so much more than a mindset, there was an actual physical transformation.  It was a learning process as well.  I learned I was holding things against people I had not even  realized.  I learned that I had so much deep-seeded resentment for myself and choices I’d made in life that I nearly couldn’t breath when it came time to actually forgive me and I found that one to be the most difficult of all.

This process, this acceptance, though I’d heard it time and time again in a myriad of different books, articles, presentations, sermons and classes, particularly hit home when coupled with Ms. Taylor’s writing style, progression of information and subject matter.  It finally made sense and was like being given a spiritual wake-up call.  When I finished my meditation I felt lighter, more free, stronger, productive, areas of my body that had been having significant physical issues were suddenly lose and pain free and I felt filled with unbridled joy.

The transformation has been monumental both physically and psychologically.  The impact on my family though is what has lead me to review the book and post it on MyWifeCoach.  Because of this journey, this experience of Ever Flowing Streams of Healing Energy, I am a better wife, a better mother, a better daughter and I hope a better friend.  It has affected my marriage in ways I did not know were possible and even after sixteen years of marriage, I have become phenomenally closer to my husband physically, emotionally and energetically.

Living in Ever Flowing Streams

While most book reviews focus on a synopsis of the material and how the reviewer interpreted it, I felt it was fundamentally important to disclose my own personal experience as it was the best, most powerful way to impress upon others the potential this book has of affecting one’s life for betterment if the reader would just be brave enough to apply the practices.

Ever Flowing Streams of Healing Energy, while written from a Christian perspective, does encompass subject matter, which many traditional orthodox Christian churches would consider suspect and discourage others from reading such as reincarnation, chakras and Reiki.  It’s for this that I feel Dana Taylor should be encouraged and supported for having the courage to step out in writing this book.   Ms. Taylor writes in such a way that regardless of someone’s personal belief system the reader can be nothing but uplifted, strengthened, encouraged and blessed throughout and certainly by the end of the material.


I think Mary said it best – Just finish it.  Trust me.


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Dana Taylor is an accomplished and award winning author.  She has written the following titles, all of which are available on Amazon for download:

Her newest book, Jaguar Jack, is now available and moving fast.   Amazon sent out over 30,000 downloads of Dana Taylor’s books in January and February of 2012 and she’s been on the Movers & Shakers list as well as Amazon’s Best Seller List.  

Establishing values in your children

Everyone has a dream when they’re having a child.  You think about holding him or her, the sweet things you’ll do, the hopes you have for being a good parent.  You hope you’ll do the smart thing, the right thing, you won’t spoil them to the point of them being selfish or self-absorbed, but you know you want to give them everything you can as well.

Where’s the balance?  How do you achieve it and still feel like you gave them everything it was within your power to give?
Sometimes not giving everything that someone wants the moment they want it is the best gift of all.  Be selective about doling out presents and make sure some things are actually earned.  Not all parents are in the position to be able to just hand their children the sun, moon and stars, but making sure that they have the strength of character to know that it’s something they can achieve for themselves with diligence and effort is an incredible blessing of abundance in itself.  
Truth – I was a child who was pretty much given whatever I asked for.  I was/am an only child so there was no one to have to share with or for parents to make certain equal portions were balanced at Christmas and birthdays.  I don’t remember feeling entitled to whatever I wanted nor do I recall frequently asking for things in stores.  I do remember bartering this weeks allowance for said item, or offering to exchange extra chores for something which caught my eye, but in truth I have few memories of every leaving a store empty-handed when I asked.  My father worked hard every day of his life.  He did not come from money and is a self-made man.  We weren’t America’s version of super-wealthy, but we were definitely relatively well off.  We had a beautiful home, very nice cars, great clothes – all the things that contemporary society aims for.  
It never occurred to me that when I became a parent I wouldn’t be able to provide the same.  It’s a cold hard fact that bad things happen and after a devastating loss of our business we were leveled financially.  To say that I felt and still do feel like a failure as a parent for not being able to just say “yes” when asked if this or that can be done or had would be an understatement.  
My son has always been a hard worker, tenacious, resourceful and aggressive in his goals.  If he says he wants to do something – somehow he comes up with a plan and manages to execute it.  I would say he’s blessed as well, because the kid has been to Hell and back on several occasions with medical matters and problems with some neighborhood people out for no good, but in the end he always lands on his feet and stronger for it. 
When he was five he began telling me how much he wanted to play guitar.  I bought him a child’s acousitc guitar for Christmas which he fiddled with, but never really invested himself into it.  I trumped it up to a child’s passing interest and dismissed it.  A year later he was on the quest of guitars again.  When I brought up the fact that he rarely played the guitar he was given he said, “I really like electric guitars best.”  Not wanting to indulge and at the time was unable to afford an electric guitar I glossed over the subject.  When he was eight he was given a gift card to Toys R Us for $100 for Christmas.  He saved the card for six months and at his birthday was given another $50 in cash.  He headed to Toys R Us to buy a First Act Electric Guitar with mini-amp for $120.  His plan – at Christmas when he got the gift card he had hit me up again about the guitar. I said, “If you want to play guitar badly – you have to be dedicated to it and actually learn.  You have to take lessons for at least one year, you cannot complain, you cannot whine, you cannot quit.  And if you’re really serious – you have to buy the guitar.  I will pay for the lessons, but you have to buy the guitar.”
Low and behold in August of 2004 he bought himself the guitar.  One week later he was signed up for lessons.  This month makes his sixth year of taking lessons with Larry Pearre he turned out to be a gift to our family for my son.  Those lessons have become his escape when times were hard, because that was the one thing I would not let be lost from the downfall of our business.  Noah’s skill is truly unbelievable.  He can now read music beautifully, can play just about instrument he puts his hands on and now owns having bought mostly for himself electric guitars, a bass guitar, a dobro, two banjos, a mandolin and two acoustic guitars.  All of which he takes lessons for from Mr. Pearre.   His First Act is in a hard case in his room and hasn’t been played in years, but he still treasures it.  The original child’s guitar I bought he has on display in his room on the wall.  
In all honesty I don’t know if the guitar playing would have meant as much to him had I been the one to buy it, or had I let him quit which after four weeks he wanted to – badly.  He begged, he pleaded, “Please mom – I was wrong – I don’t like it!  I can’t play anything yet!  I hate it!”  Larry turned out to also be the Dean of Music at a college in Tampa and a professional player who toured with some of the largest names out of Nashville for years.  For him learning how to read music and music theory came before learning songs.  Noah would learn basic finger position on the neck and strumming and plucking, but for Larry – he needed to know the how and why of music instead of just, “Oh look I can mirror play the opening chords to “I love Rock-n-Roll.”  For me I knew it would be a blessing that Noah wouldn’t appreciate for years, but one day he would know how invaluable it was.  
It’s hard to not give in when you hear your child beg to let them quit something when they lament about how unhappy they are.  You sometimes remember how badly you wanted to quit something when you were a child or just hated doing something.  Sometimes it gets the better of you and you let them throw in the towel when in all honesty that does no good for them in the long run.  They learn quitting is the easy solution to life when things get tough.  Lay down and give up.  Unfortunately things will always get tough at some point.  That’s life.    To quote Tom Hanks in “A League of Their Own,” “It’s supposed to be hard.  If it wasn’t hard everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great!”

The gratification we get from success and belief in ourselves cannot be measured by any means known to man.  It’s a confidence builder and it’s what makes men strive to dream and do great things in the world.   Every great success comes from failures, the difference was they didn’t give up when it got tough.   
Establishing that skill and ability in your own children comes from letting them fall, letting them get up, dust ‘em off and kick ‘em back in the game.  Letting them do things on their own having earned it through their own merit is is what builds the values and character necessary to become strong, amazing adults.  Character, honor, integrity and nobility are earned, not things that can be given.  

Simple things your mother probably didn’t tell you

Truthfully, because she probably didn’t know herself.   It happens – in the past forty or so years moms having been telling their children fewer and fewer household tips about cleaning, because it would seem to be a dying art.  Art?  Well, yes.

People don’t seem to think about it often, but most everyone likes to walk into a clean, fresh smelling environment.  Not many prefer cluttered, dusty, grimy and chaotic.  For the most part not much thought is given to the amount of work that went into keeping the area clean, but somewhere along the way in the past several decades the ability to actually do housekeeping well in our own homes is becoming a forgotten skill along with little tricks that make cleaning easier.

Four household items that no home should be without:

  • Lemon Juice (fresh is better, but bottled will do in a pinch)
  • White Vinegar
  • Baking Soda
  • Borax

If you’re just setting up your household and are making the list of the things to get at the store – put stars by these and do not forget them.  If you’ve had your home a while and just never knew about it – add them to the pantry.

Lemon Juice and white vinegar are natural bacteria killers and grease strippers.
Borax is a great, microbe eating, odor killing, insect ridding, sanitizing, whitener.
Baking Soda can be added to lemon juice or white vinegar to create the homemade version of the now beloved, “Oxyclean.”   Adding one tablespoon of baking soda to one cup of white vinegar gives an immediate oxygenated reaction that will do an amazing cleaning job.

Buying Arm & Hammer brand washing powder (yes it has to be the powder), and adding a few tablespoons to a glass baking dish filled with warm water and a sheet of aluminum foil lining the bottom makes the most incredible sterling silver cleaner.  Place jewelry or silverware on the foil and let soak.  It will lift years of tarnish in minutes, if not seconds.  Particularly great for deep etched patterns that never seem to come clean with standard polish.

My personal favorite – ketchup or hot sauce for cleaning brass.  Think I’m kidding?  Nope.   My mom recently asked me if I wanted some decorative brass pieces that had always been in her house.  She had decided to get rid of them and wondered if I wanted them.  I took them because of the memories associated with them in the house growing up or when she bought them.  She always took good care of her things so they were polished, but some of them had crevices caked with polish which I can remember her scrubbing at in vain.  I dashed on some hot sauce, made sure the pieces were adequately coated and then left them there in the sink to set for a few minutes.  I had only turned my back for a few moments when I turned back to see that the tarnish had already streaked and faded to a bright brassy-gold hue.  I rubbed a bit with a cloth, rinsed and then dried.  They looked brand new and with no polish build-up.  Beautiful!

There are so many household tips that are not only far more frugal, but entirely more healthy for your family.  In any given situation it’s always better to opt for a natural, biodegradable, non-toxic way of keeping your home clean.  It’s better for the family, the budget, the environment and the future.

Knowing when to pick your battles

Everyone knows that in any family you’re going to have arguments. They’re inevitable like fast food drive thru windows. No matter how much you try to avoid them at some point you’re going to find yourself sitting in front of one.

Petty issues like who took out the trash or who washed the dishes last shouldn’t debilitate into arguments. This is a trivial matter that in the grand scheme of things carries no weight. For the sake of your family or in order to teach children values and responsibility you may very well have a chore list somewhere with a rotation of household jobs, however washing the dishes is everyone’s responsibility who lives in the household. If you see there are dishes to be washed – wash them. This isn’t rocket science.
Unfortunately not everyone sees it this way and sometimes things like whose job is whose or who did what last suddenly becomes a screaming match and in truth that’s rarely what the argument is really about. It was the just trigger that fired the gun.
There are things which are worth fighting over and others that should be discussed in a calm rational voice. It’s equally important to know when to listen, because for as many points of issue you may have with your spouse, significant other or children, remember that they have points with you as well. If you’re going to throw down the gauntlet over trifling things be prepared to be called out on your own faults. This usually ends up in hurt feelings, words spoken that can’t be undone and little is ever resolved in the end.
You would think that by now everyone knows this, but for some reason as a society it would seem we’re getting worse in regards to others feelings, understanding responsibilities and the importance of having a strong family unit.
Regardless of the structure of your family, living and working together in a way that establishes harmony begins with someone stepping up to be the example. Doing what is expected, being respectful and considerate and listening are key elements that need to be demonstrated, practiced and followed.
At all times one hard fast rule should always be, “No whining!” Whining is an abhorrent and obnoxious trait in children so why do we tolerate it at any age? Whining indicates weakness. Weakness in the belief in one’s self, weakness in strength of character and weakness in the person who gives in to it. In our house this is a point of battle.
Why?
Allowing someone to whine, particularly a child is setting them up for failure in life. The older they get whining becomes contagious to other areas of their life and morphs itself into belligerence, quitting and impudence. These are qualities which will only lead to someone who is incapable of functioning in life as an adult. Adults who do it are people whom nothing was or is ever expected of, they have few goals, no backbone, possess little perception and lack the mettle necessary to be a solid human being.
Can that be changed? Of course, but it takes far more effort to make an adult get over themselves than it does in a child. In a child this does not take brute force or anything of the sort, it’s a matter of being strong-willed, stating how it’s going to be and never backing down. Children and puppies have something in common – it’s takes dedication, commitment, routine, a calm assertive presence and plenty of fun and love to help them reach their full potential.
Sometimes people get a puppy because they see it in the store window and think he’s cute. “Ooooh isn’t he sweet! Look at his little face!” They buy him, bring him home and then expect magic to just happen. Biologically the puppy will become a dog, but if no one ever works with him, tells him no or makes him behave he’ll be a nightmare to deal with and eventually will be labeled a bad dog or unwanted. That’s not the dog’s fault – it’s the owner’s.
I’m in no way trying to compare the value of a child to that of a dog for those who would rather go up in arms about the statement than seeing the truth that lies in the analogy. It’s sad, but often people have children, because they think they want to have a baby or find themselves in a position of a surprise pregnancy and once the full weight of that child’s upbringing becomes realized the parent(s) give up, they drop the reigns. You’ll hear them say things like, “It’s easier to just give her what she wants or she’ll scream for days.”
If you do not give a child discipline, rules to follow and explain what’s expected of them – then you get the same result as the unruly dog. That child becomes an unruly nightmare to deal with and is eventually labeled. Unless something dramatic happens that causes them to wake up unfortunately they will suffer the rest of their lives never realizing their full potential. This is the defining difference in the analogy – people can choose to behave differently even if they were never taught to do so. They can recognize their own faults and choose to change it. A dog does not have this luxury, he can be retrained, but will not initiate the change on his own. However hoping against hope that the people around you will just spontaneously elect to be gracious, considerate, and respectful without being shown how is like winning the lottery – not terribly likely but it does happen.
Picking your battles is more than just thinking something is worth fighting about, it’s about seeing things on a grander scale. “If I let my child act like this today, how will they behave next week, or next year or 20 years from now?”
In the same token, “If I tolerate being treated like a doormat today from my husband how will he treat me next week, or next year or 20 years from now?”
It doesn’t mean having a knock-down drag out screaming match. It means being calm-assertive. People whether they’re two or 92 recognize that presence. Be articulate, reasonable and strong. Remember that not everything has to be a conflict, but what may be a battle today if handled correctly can be harmony tomorrow.

In the beginning and on to now – When Times Get Tough

Here’s our story:

My name is Heather Jeffries. My husband and I married in 1996 after dating for about six months before he proposed. We’ve been hitched ever since.

In the beginning of our marriage I owned my own business and had for years before we ever met. My husband, Bud, was finishing his training and state exams for becoming a massage therapist when we began dating. I had definitive ideas about our life would be. I would own my business, he would do massage therapy, we would live in a nice house, in a nice area, our kids would go to a school in a good district, we would have two new vehicles, etc., etc., etc.

I had set in my mind the Utopian American dream and expected it would turn out in no way different. Yeah – I was wrong. Typical young naivety.

My husband’s massage therapy license came at a time when our state was just starting to accept the fact that massage therapy is an actual, useful therapeutic procedure for the health of the body and not, I repeat not simply a fancy term for questionable sexual escapades. Clinics and wellness centers hiring for MT positions took one look at the behemoth Offensive Lineman from the University of Florida and quickly cast judgment that their clients would not be comfy in his presence. never mind the fact that he’s one of the most gifted MTs having a natural ability to find those trouble spots and immediately quell the pain. He spent six months trying to land a clinic position while running his own mobile service through word-of-mouth, advertising and a portable massage table and chair. Eventually massage therapy became a back burner income and something he did more to benefit those in need of his assistance than as a viable income we depended upon.

My business, while great for a single or even a married individual whose spouse can share the time with them, took up so many hours of my day that it was not conducive to a great relationship builder at the beginning of a marriage. I owned a fitness center which had me in the facility approximately 15 hours per day. Then I was pregnant and it just became a far better solution to rid us of the business and find a new course in life.

Our son was born premature and with complications. Even with great insurance the medical bills were staggering. It took every dime we had to pay our living expenses and all the medical bills compounding daily. I even sold my car to keep us going. We were down to one vehicle and not one that my privileged, over-indulgent, self-absorbed lifestyle was accustomed to. By the end of the medical fiasco we had one old car, a mobile home, and one tiny little boy whom yes, I would do it all again for in a heartbeat.

Bud worked, I stayed home with Noah and I found out that life, marriage and motherhood had little to do with what I saw in commercials, talk shows or in movies. It was about our commitment to each other, all three of us, come hell or high water and the conscious choice to be dedicated to seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

In 2000 my husband began writing a strength training book focused on training for powerlifting. We launched a little website and opened a small storefront for the book and coming materials which were works in progress. I’ll be honest – I was completely taken aback when he made an extra $19K his first year on the sales of that book alone.

From 2000 to 2008 that was our life. That website, his writing, speaking engagements, performances, book and DVD productions and training camps. We thought it was all in the bag, we were starting to see a major turn around in our financial life. We bought a new vehicle and moved into a nice-sized house in a great area and we were all very happy. Then in 2007 we started to see a down-turn in the economy and our materials which were want-to-have products and not need-to-have started to see a sharp decline in sales. The final blow came in summer in of 2008 when a group of trolling individuals on the net bought all of his products, duplicated them and put them up for public viewing and P2P sites. That killed it. Why buy something when you can view it/download it for free?

In April of this year we lost our house. I have to say that – house. I have to say it that way, because if I say, “home,” it truly hurts entirely too much. More so because I’m in a place where I’m having to remind myself once again that my home is not in a building, but where I am with my family. Home can be a traditional house, an apartment, a mobile home, a travel trailer, an RV, a shelter, an alley or even a cardboard box for that matter. My family didn’t change, just our location. We’re still here, all three of us, together, strong and alive. Home is a state of mind – a feeling. It’s sensation you get when all is right with the world around you and there is an inner peace. Our house is gone, but I still feel that peace when I look at my husband and son.

It feels as though we’re starting over again, back at square one. Yes, it’s a little scary, but it’s caused us to have to reassess our abilities, what we have to offer our community and each other. I realized through this process of the last 13 years of marriage that I truly enjoy cooking, baking, and making that family-life into that home.

I think some reading this might think I’m not feminist enough and that’s not the case at all. I’ve owned my own business long before I met my husband, my background before that was in engineering – a predominately male-oriented industry. I’ve been there-done that. What this is about is family. It’s about finding the balance and building a stronger bond with those around you. It’s about going back to basics, eliminating the excess, and building future generations of people who know where the importance and essence in life is to be found. It does not exist in a gaming system controller, the latest vehicle, the biggest house, the funkiest cell phone or best laptop. It lives in each other and the community around us.

Furthermore I think about the first few years of our marriage and how difficult it was. It’s so easy for me to see why young marriages end in divorce. It’s a quick fix for what seems like an impossible situation. It’s not impossible. You just have to be willing to keep trudging through. Yes trudging may seem like an unpleasant word to describe it, but sometimes that’s how it feels. Marriage is sometimes trudging – the point is to make sure you don’t step on each other in the process.

I also don’t feel this applies to just women. Men have just as much responsibility to make that family a home as we do and quite often these days more men are finding themselves in the position of being a single dad with primary or sole custody. Sometimes running a household or dealing with your kids… well to quote the old Flash Gordon movie from the 80’s, it’s like, “flying blind on a rocket cycle!”

Even now – as I type this I’m juggling playing phone tag on two business calls, defrosting fish for dinner, timing the rising of some bread dough, doing a load of laundry and attempting to thwart the advances of a Labrador puppy who thinks my scratching her ear should take precedence over the keyboard. That’s not to mention everything rolling around in my mind of what needs to be done for the rest of the day, what has to be done by certain times so everyone else’s schedules are on time, errands to be run and what needs to be prepped for tomorrow.

I remember one day several years ago my husband and I were talking at his parents’ house about some business matters and things I had to do that day as well as dinner plans later and my sister-in-law chimed in, “Can I borrow her?”

Bud turned to look at her and asked, “What? Borrow who?”

Becky said, “Can I borrow your wife? I just realized – that’s what I need. I need a wife.”

I laughed at the time, but the other night I saw a locally run commercial on TV for a life coach. I laughed and thought, “Life coach?! I know more people who need a wife coach than a life coach.”

So the advent of My Wife Coach came to pass. Offering a helping hand or suggestion to anyone in need. Young wife, mother, father, husband… it’s all about family.

Till next time…

Heather