Everywhere I Go People Come Up To

Sometimes When I Hear Criticism Of My Husband, I Want To Come Out Of My Seat And Clock Somebody. But You Learn To Take A Deep Breath.

And I Cannot Tell You How Much I Appreciate That Because The Days Are Long, The Road Is Hard, The Trials Are There And I Never Know When, I Have This Little Gray Cloud That's Over My Head, When It's Gonna Start Raining On Me Again. And I Do Need Everyone's Prayers. But I Also Believe That We're Here For A Purpose, And Mitt Is Prepared.

You Can Never Ask God To Tell You What The End Is. You Can Ask, "is This A Good Thing To Do?" But Not, "how Is This Going To Turn Out?" That Answer You Will Never Get.

I Am The Granddaughter Of A Welsh Coal Miner Who Was Determined That His Kids Get Out Of The Mines. My Dad Got His First Job When He Was Six Years Old, In A Little Village In Wales Called Nantyffyllon, Cleaning Bottles At The Colliers Arms.

I Know For Certain People I'm Championing A Struggle That They're Going Through.