Our Team
Larry & Delia Schoonover
As a newly married man, I would arrive home early from work, slipping quietly through the front door, hoping to surprise my bride. The back bedroom door was open just enough for me to have a view from a distance. At first glance, I would see my wife’s aging Bible lying face-open on the bed. Handkerchief clutched in her hand, I would then hear my wife’s soft voice making petitions to her Lord.
Not wanting to interrupt such sacred moments, I would discreetly make my way back to the kitchen. These moments were awkward for me. I guess you could say I had never really committed to my time of personal devotion. And, well, we never prayed together accept at church.
Not wanting to interrupt such sacred moments, I would discreetly make my way back to the kitchen. These moments were awkward for me. I guess you could say I had never really committed to my time of personal devotion. And, well, we never prayed together accept at church.
