04/19/2026
Yesterday started extra early—4:30am—for coffee prep at the farmers market. Running Pinta Bean Coffee Co. with my little “Pinta Beans” added a few extra steps, but it was such a sweet day seeing familiar faces and meeting new ones.
About an hour into the market, I received the news that my foster grandma, Betty Sills, had entered into the arms of Jesus. My heart ached, but I knew I needed to stay focused on the full day ahead.
The day continued—Aaron spent the afternoon at an incredible birthday party, and my evening ended with a beautiful maternity session at Faust Park.
This morning at church, I finally slowed down enough to grieve. As we worshiped, God gently reminded me just how deeply Betty impacted my life.
When my mom was 17, Betty and my foster grandpa, Milt Sills, opened their home to her with open arms. It was through their love that my mom first saw Jesus. That love led her to attend Ozark Christian College, where she met my dad. It helped shape a life that would later choose adoption—bringing Jeff into our family, who now ministers in prison.
It hit me today… without Betty, my story could look very different. I may not have been standing there this morning, worshiping alongside my husband and raising four children who deeply love Jesus.
God, in His kindness, gave me glimpses of life in the middle of loss—last night’s maternity session and unexpected baby snuggles during service this morning. Life is so precious, and so fragile.
Betty reminded me that when we step up as the body of Christ, our love doesn’t just impact one life—it can ripple through generations.
I’ll see you again, Grandma.
Thank you for giving us the confidence of heaven. ❤️