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Full Draw Faith: Randy’s Heart Transplant Journey, 1364 Clifton Rd NE, Atlanta, GA (2026)

10/08/2026

Our Dooly County community has been shaken to its core over the last week by the heartbreaking tragedy that claimed the young lives of two men at an event that was supposed to be a joyful celebration of Homecoming.

These young men were the same age as my three sons. As a mother, I have found myself thinking about their mothers more times than I can count over the last several days. I have prayed for them with tears in my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts of the unimaginable pain they must be experiencing. My heart aches for them in a way that words will never be able to adequately express. No words of sympathy, no gesture of kindness, and no amount of love can take away the pain of losing a child. I can only pray that they feel surrounded by the love and prayers of a community that grieves with them.

But tonight, I was reminded of something beautiful in the middle of so much heartbreak.

When Carson got home from work, he shared a story with Randy and me that has stayed on my heart. While pumping gas in Vienna today, a man he didn’t know approached him and asked if he minded if he prayed for him.

Carson’s response?

“No, sir, I don’t mind, but only if I can pray for you, too.”

And right there, in the middle of an ordinary day at a gas station, two strangers stopped what they were doing and prayed together. One person offered prayer, and the other responded by offering it right back.

No cameras. No audience. No expectation of anything in return. Just two people recognizing that we all carry burdens, we all need prayer, and we all need somebody who cares.

Y’all, THIS is what the world needs more of.

We may not be able to make sense of every tragedy. We may not have the words to comfort a grieving mother or the power to undo the hurt that so many are carrying. But we can choose to love one another. We can choose to check on our neighbors, reach out to someone who is hurting, hold a hand, offer a prayer, and show up for people even when we don’t know what to say.

We can choose unity over division, compassion over judgment, and love over indifference.

We don’t have to agree on everything to care about one another. We don’t have to know someone’s story to offer them kindness. And we don’t have to wait until tragedy strikes to remind the people around us that they matter.

Sometimes, the greatest thing we can do is simply stop long enough to ask someone, “Can I pray for you?” And just as importantly, be willing to let someone pray for us.

Carson’s little story reminded me that even when the world feels broken, there is still so much goodness in people. There are still hearts willing to reach out, hands willing to help, and strangers willing to become brothers and sisters in a moment of shared faith.

Maybe healing our community begins with moments just like this. One prayer. One act of kindness. One conversation. One person choosing to care about another.

Let’s love our neighbors. Let’s lift up these grieving families. Let’s wrap our arms around our young people. Let’s teach our children that strength isn’t just about standing on your own; sometimes, it’s about reaching out and helping someone else stand.

And let’s never underestimate the power of two people coming together in prayer.

A PRAYER FOR OUR COMMUNITY 🙏🏻

Heavenly Father,

Our hearts are heavy, and our community is hurting. Lord, we lift up the families who are grieving the unimaginable loss of their sons. Please surround these mothers with Your comfort when the silence becomes unbearable, Your strength when they feel they cannot take another breath, and Your peace when the pain feels too heavy to carry. Send people into their lives who will love them, sit with them, pray with them, and continue to show up long after the initial outpouring of support has faded.

Father, we pray for our young people, our families, and everyone in our community who is struggling to make sense of this tragedy. Protect our children, guide their steps, and help us as parents and neighbors to lead with love, wisdom, and compassion.

Lord, teach us to see one another through Your eyes. Soften our hearts where there is anger, bring understanding where there is division, and remind us that we are called to love one another. Give us the courage to reach out, the humility to accept help, and the willingness to pray for someone even when we don’t know their name or their circumstances.

Let our community become a place where nobody has to suffer alone, where kindness is freely given, where differences do not divide us, and where love is louder than hate.

And Lord, thank You for little moments like the one Carson experienced today. Thank You for the reminder that You are still working through ordinary people in ordinary places, using simple acts of kindness to bring hope into a hurting world.

Help us be those people, Lord. Let us be Your hands and feet. Let us be the reason someone feels seen, loved, and remembered.

May we come together not only in times of tragedy but in our everyday lives, choosing to love one another as You have loved us.

In Jesus’ precious name, Amen. ❤️🙏🏻

“Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.” — Romans 12:10

May God hold our community close, comfort these grieving families, and remind us all that love, unity, and a willingness to care for one another can bring light into even our darkest days.

09/23/2026

💙🏹 FULL DRAW FAITH UPDATE:

Okay, friends… let’s start with the IMPORTANT stuff.

HIS LABS ARE NORMAL. 🙌🏻
HIS ECHOCARDIOGRAM IS NORMAL. 🙌🏻
And the possibility of having to have another heart biopsy is officially OFF THE TABLE FOR NOW! 🎉🎉🎉

The words “everything looks normal” might be some of the sweetest words I’ve ever heard. ❤️

We went into this appointment prepared for more testing and more waiting, so getting this news was a HUGE blessing.

But then…

The transplant team dropped another bombshell.

🚨 RANDY HAS BEEN CLEARED FOR MANICURES AND PEDICURES. 🚨

Y’all.

THIS MAN HAS A NEW LEASE ON LIFE. 😂

He survived a massive heart attack.
He survived ECMO.
He survived an Impella.
He got a BRAND NEW HEART. ❤️
He spent 51 days in the hospital.
He fought through rehab.
He’s faced rejection scares, kidney issues, more tests than either of us can count…

AND NOW…

THE TOES ARE FREE. 😂😂😂

💅🏻🦶🏻 WELCOME TO THE PEDICURE ERA, RANDY. 🦶🏻💅🏻

I’m not saying I’m jealous…

…but apparently the man gets a new heart AND a pedicure while I’m over here just trying to keep everybody alive. 😂

At this point, if he starts requesting cucumber water and a fluffy robe, I’m calling Emory to make sure this is actually part of the transplant protocol. 🤣

But honestly, underneath all the laughing, we are SO incredibly thankful.

Because we know how different this story could have been.

Every normal lab.
Every good echo.
Every “no biopsy needed.”
Every ordinary day.

They are miracles to us. ❤️

And there’s actually even MORE to celebrate…

🎉 IT’S OUR BIRTHDAY WEEKEND! 🎉

Our birthdays are coming up this weekend, and although we aren’t jetting off somewhere extravagant or taking some big fancy trip this year, I can promise you this…

WE ARE GOING TO CELEBRATE. 🥳❤️

….we’ve learned that celebration doesn’t have to mean a plane ticket, a fancy hotel, or an elaborate getaway.

Sometimes celebration looks like being HOME.
Being TOGETHER.
Being HEALTHY.
Having NORMAL TEST RESULTS.
Laughing until our stomachs hurt.
And maybe… getting Randy’s newly liberated toes polished. 😂💅🏻

We don’t need extravagant this year.

We just need each other.

And that, my friends, is something we will NEVER take for granted again. ❤️

Above everything else, we give God the glory.

🙏🏻 Thank You, Lord, for Your mercy.
🙏🏻 Thank You for Your protection.
🙏🏻 Thank You for every answered prayer.
🙏🏻 Thank You for the gift of another year together.
🙏🏻 And thank You for keeping Your hand on us through every single step of this journey.

There have been moments when we didn’t understand what You were doing. Moments when we were scared. Moments when we didn’t know what the next phone call would bring.

But God has never left us.

And now we get to celebrate good news, another birthday weekend, another year together, and apparently… a pedicure. 😂

Honestly, after surviving 2026, I think we deserve the deluxe package. 😂💅🏻

Full Draw Faith is still standing watch for Him. 🎯❤️

09/17/2026

Hey everyone ❤️ I just wanted to give you all a little update on Randy after his follow-up appointment in Atlanta today.

A few weeks ago, some of his lab work that monitors for possible rejection showed a couple of levels and changes that were a little concerning. The good news is that he was also dealing with a sinus infection around the time those labs were drawn, so we’re really hoping the infection is what caused those changes.

They drew additional labs today, and we should have those results within the next week or so. They also ordered an ultrasound to check his heart function. The results from both of these tests will help determine whether he needs to have another heart biopsy for more in-depth testing.

For now, we’re taking it one step at a time and praying that the abnormal numbers were simply a result of him being sick. 🙏❤️ We’ll keep everyone updated as soon as we know more.

If you have any questions, please feel free to call us. We have not told the boys yet, so please don’t mention anything to them if you talk to them. We just don’t want to worry them unnecessarily right now.

Thank you all for your support, and continued prayers for Randy and our family. We truly appreciate each of you. ❤️🙏

08/30/2026

There are moments in life when you realize that loyalty, dedication, and a lifetime of giving your very best can apparently mean absolutely nothing to the people you gave it to.

The past two weeks have been one of those moments.

For more than 40 plus years, Randy has given a tremendous portion of his professional life to his job—both as an employee and as a contract pharmacist. Forty years of showing up. Forty years of being dependable. Forty years of giving far more than what was ever required of him, including countless unpaid hours because he believed in the people walking those halls and in the facility itself.

He stayed through ownership changes. He stayed through difficult financial times. He stayed when the hospital closed portions of its emergency room, operating room, and medical-surgical services and transformed its operations. He stayed when it would have been easier to walk away.

He didn’t.

He adapted. He worked. He helped build.

He worked on formularies, policies, procedures, and systems that helped shape what the hospital was—and what it became. He advocated for the facility, staff, and its patients. He mentored people. He helped people find opportunities. He poured knowledge, experience, time, and loyalty into a place that he believed in.

And after 40+ years of that dedication, when Randy experienced medical circumstances that temporarily took him out of the role he had spent his entire career doing, the loyalty suddenly seemed to become one-sided.

That is the part I cannot reconcile.

I am not writing this to bash anyone. I am not writing this to attack an individual. I am not naming names, and I am not going to put private matters or conversations on social media.

But I am going to say that I am deeply disappointed, disgusted, and heartbroken by the way someone who gave four decades of his life to a facility can seemingly be discarded when he is the one who needs understanding.

And perhaps what hurts even more is the personal betrayal that has come with it.

Someone Randy considered a friend. Someone he mentored. Someone he encouraged, advocated for, and helped support professionally has now become part of a situation in which Randy feels as though he has been pushed aside from something he spent decades helping build.

There is a difference between making a business decision and making a person feel as though their entire history of service never mattered.

Randy deserved better.

He deserved respect.

He deserved consideration.

He deserved to have his 40+ years of loyalty remembered when circumstances changed.

Instead, he has been left feeling like he was simply discarded and forgotten.

And I will be honest: as his wife, after watching everything this man has endured this year, watching him fight through circumstances that could have taken his life, and watching him continue to try to find his way back to the career he has loved for more than four decades, I am struggling tremendously with this one.

I have spent my entire professional life believing that people should be treated with dignity, especially when they are vulnerable.

I believe that still.

But I also believe people have a right to ask questions when something doesn’t feel right.

And unfortunately, this is simply where we are.

We have never been the people who run to Facebook to tear someone down. We have never believed that airing every private battle publicly was the right thing to do.

But there comes a point when silence starts to feel like accepting something that you know isn’t right.

So today, I am speaking—not out of hatred, but out of disappointment, hurt, and an overwhelming sense of injustice.

A person’s worth should never be measured solely by what they can do for you.

And after 40+ years of giving everything he had to a place and the people inside it, Randy deserved to be remembered as more than an employee whose services were no longer convenient.

He deserved to be remembered as the man who showed up.

The man who stayed.

The man who gave.

The man who helped build.

The man who never stopped being loyal.

And sometimes, the hardest lesson in life is learning that the loyalty you gave so freely was never being returned.

Forty years should mean something.

To us, it always will.

08/28/2026

If you know me, you know there are a few things I take VERY seriously… and good food is one of them! 😂🥩🍗

But let me tell y’all about Simply Fresh Foods because this freezer is proof of just how much I LOVE them!

We have been customers for a while now, and the quality, selection, convenience, and sheer amount of food you can get stocked away is AMAZING. Their meats are high quality, their meals are delicious, and having a freezer full of food means I can actually answer the dreaded question: “What are we eating tonight?” without having a complete meltdown. 😂

BUT… there is another reason Simply Fresh Foods will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart.

When Randy had his massive heart attack in January and our entire world was turned upside down, we suddenly had much bigger things to worry about than a grocery bill. He spent 51 days in the hospital, went through a heart transplant, rehabilitation, and then we came home trying to figure out what our new normal even looked like.

During that time, Simply Fresh Foods deferred our payments until May.

They didn’t have to do that.

They could have simply been a business collecting a payment. Instead, they saw a family going through an unimaginable season and gave us something incredibly valuable: TIME.

Time to breathe.
Time to heal.
Time to adjust.
Time to figure out how to live in our new normal without having to worry about whether we could continue putting good, quality food on our table.

That gesture meant more to us than they will probably ever know. ❤️

And now, several months later, here we are… FREEZER FULL. 😂🙌🏼

Full of meat, vegetables, meals, and enough food to feed this crazy family for a good while!

So this isn’t just a post about how awesome their food is—although IT REALLY IS! This is a public thank-you to a company that showed us kindness when our family needed it most.

Simply Fresh Foods, thank you for taking care of your customers like PEOPLE and not just account numbers. Your kindness during the hardest season of our lives will never be forgotten.

And if you’re looking for a way to stock your freezer with high-quality food, save yourself some grocery-store headaches, and have plenty of options on those nights when you just don’t have the energy to cook… give them a try!

Because when a company takes care of you when you’re at your lowest, you remember them when you’re back on your feet. ❤️

10/10 recommend. And apparently, I recommend buying enough to fill an entire freezer. 😂😂

Thank you, Simply Fresh Foods. Y’all are the real deal. ❤️🥩🍗🥦

08/05/2026

Caregiver Chronicles | Standing Watch for Him

I don’t think I ever really processed everything that happened this year.

When Randy was fighting for his life, there wasn’t time to fall apart. For 52 days at Emory, every ounce of my energy was spent praying, making decisions, advocating, hoping, and simply surviving. When we finally came home, I didn’t cry. I didn’t celebrate. I didn’t really feel much of anything. I was emotionally numb. Not because I didn’t care, but because I think my heart had exhausted every emotion it had trying to keep the man I love alive.

Then came Garlan Ray’s graduation. Everyone asked me how I was doing, and I honestly thought I was okay. I smiled, celebrated, and convinced myself I had handled another milestone.

I was wrong.

This Saturday, I move my baby into college.

He’s my last one. My baby. One of my very best friends.

And suddenly, all of those emotions that I never dealt with have come crashing down on me at the exact same time. The weight of almost losing my husband… and now watching my youngest spread his wings… it feels like my heart doesn’t know which grief to carry first.

People tell me all the time, “You’re so strong.”

The truth is… I’m tired of being strong.

I’m not okay.

Today I completely broke down in the middle of a conversation with Garlan Ray… over socks. Socks. Because it wasn’t about the socks. It was about realizing that I’m packing up the little boy whose socks I used to buy without a second thought, and in just a few days, he’ll be starting a life that doesn’t need me in quite the same way anymore.

I know this is what we’ve prayed for. I know this is exactly what parents are supposed to do. I know he’ll thrive, and I couldn’t be prouder of the young man he has become.

But tonight, if I’m being completely honest, this mama’s heart is breaking a little.

So if I seem a little emotional over the next few days… just know it’s because loving deeply means feeling deeply. And while I’m incredibly thankful for all God has brought us through this year, I’m learning that sometimes surviving one storm doesn’t mean you’re finished grieving before the next season begins. 💙

07/30/2026

There are some victories that only make sense when you know the battles that came before them.

When Randy suffered his massive heart attack on New Year’s Day, our lives changed in an instant. We entered a world of uncertainty that neither of us could have imagined. There were moments when we didn’t know if he would survive the night. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. There were machines keeping him alive, endless procedures, setbacks, victories, tears, prayers, and countless moments where the only thing we could do was place our faith in God.

Receiving the gift of a new heart was nothing short of a miracle.

But as many transplant families know, the transplant isn’t the finish line—it’s the beginning of a new journey.

One of the greatest challenges since Randy’s transplant has been finding the right balance of immunosuppressant medications. Every medication adjustment has been a careful balancing act between protecting his new heart and managing the side effects that came with those medications. There have been more lab draws than we can count, biopsies, medication changes, doctor’s appointments, hospital visits, and days when it felt like we had traded one mountain for another.

That’s why today’s update feels so special.

For the first time since this journey began, it truly feels like we’ve found a combination of medications that is allowing Randy to not just survive—but to live. We know things can change, and we know transplant is a lifelong journey that will always require vigilance. But right now, we are incredibly thankful for this season of stability.

This past weekend, our family was able to take a vacation together. We spent hours on a boat in the middle of the ocean—something that seemed unimaginable just a few short months ago.

Of course, transplant life never takes a vacation. We were still careful with infection control, hand hygiene, medications, and protecting Randy from unnecessary risks. Those precautions are now simply part of our everyday life.

But for a little while… we weren’t consumed by fear.

We watched Randy laugh, fish, enjoy the salt air, and simply be present with the people he loves. There were no hospital walls around us. No monitors. No alarms. No waiting on lab results or biopsy reports. Just God’s incredible creation, our family together, and the overwhelming realization that this beautiful day almost wasn’t possible.

Moments like these remind us just how faithful God has been.

We also want to thank every single person who has continued to walk beside us. This week we received a prayer card from Unadilla Baptist Church, and it touched our hearts more than you know. That church is filled with people we love dearly—friends who have become family—and your continued prayers mean more than words could ever express.

To every person who has prayed for Randy since January, sent a card, checked on us, encouraged us, cried with us, celebrated with us, or simply whispered our names to God when you didn’t know what else to pray… thank you.

You have carried us.

This road is lifelong. Randy will always be a heart transplant recipient. There will always be medications, appointments, lab work, biopsies, and unknowns. But knowing we have so many people faithfully praying alongside us gives us strength on the days we don’t feel strong. Your love has made us braver than we ever thought we could be.

Please continue praying for Randy—for continued healing, wisdom for his transplant team as they continue to fine-tune his medications, protection from infection, and for many more moments where he can simply enjoy the incredible gift of life that God, his donor, and so many miracles have made possible.

We will never stop being grateful.

“I will give thanks to You, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all Your wonderful deeds.” — Psalm 9:

“Colossians 2:6-7 says to continue living in Christ Jesus just as He was received as Lord, being rooted, built up, strengthened in the faith, and overflowing with thankfulness.”

07/23/2026

If you’re not using social media for this kind of content… then what are you even here for? 😂 Because this absolutely cracks me up! And if I’m being honest, I could use every bit of joyful laughter I can get right now.

Randy and I are officially on VACATION!! 🎉☀️🌊

For the first time since Randy’s heart transplant, we’re stepping away for five whole days. Five days to breathe. Five days to slow down. Five days to simply be together.

It feels almost strange because I don’t think I’ve stopped pressing “go” in what feels like forever. Between hospitals, rehab, work, appointments, life, and everything in between, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to truly let go. But I am so ready… and this time away is needed more than I can put into words.

This trip is extra special because it’s also our last big family vacation before Garlan heads off to the University of North Georgia. We’re going to celebrate this next chapter the best way we know how—with sand between our toes, fishing poles in our hands, the ocean all around us, and every one of my favorite people together making memories I’ll treasure forever.

But more than anything… my heart is overflowing because Randy is here.

He’s not in a hospital bed.
He’s not connected to machines.
He’s not fighting for another day.

He’s standing beside me, packing for vacation.

After everything we’ve walked through this year, I don’t take a single moment for granted. We’re not waiting for “someday.” We’re living this moment in real time, together. And that is a gift I’ll never stop thanking God for.

Here’s to sunsets, salty air, belly laughs, family, and making memories that will last a lifetime. ❤️

“This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” — Psalm 118:24

07/06/2026

Six months.

I honestly don’t know how we got here except by the grace of God.

Six months ago, we were living every family’s worst nightmare. We were praying minute by minute, wondering if Randy would survive another hour. We watched machines keep him alive. We watched doctors and nurses perform miracles through medicine while thousands of people stormed Heaven on our behalf.

This past Wednesday, we stood in the clinic celebrating a milestone that once felt impossible.

Randy is officially six months post-heart transplant.

Halfway through the first year.

Half a year with the precious gift of another person’s heart.

And today, once again, God reminded us that He is still writing our story.

His AlloSure was 0.05—the best result he has ever had.

His AlloMap was 27.

His echocardiogram looked great.

Every one of those numbers tells the same story: this heart continues to do exactly what we have prayed it would do.

The transplant team also adjusted some of his medications, and we’re hopeful these changes will finally help with the malnutrition and weight loss he’s been struggling with. We’d appreciate your prayers that his body begins to absorb the nutrition it needs and continues to grow stronger.

Another milestone that made us smile—he has officially been released from all of his sternal restrictions. It may not sound like much to some people, but after open-heart surgery and everything that followed, it’s another reminder that healing is happening.

And if things continue just as they are, we won’t have to make the trip to Emory every month anymore. We’ll only have to go every two months. After countless miles on the road and so many long clinic days, that feels like such a blessing.

This journey has changed us forever.

It has taught us that life can change in a single phone call.

That tomorrow is never promised.

That every ordinary day is actually extraordinary.

That God is still in the miracle-working business.

We will never stop thanking the donor and the donor family whose selfless gift gave Randy a second chance at life. We pray for them often. Their greatest heartbreak became someone else’s greatest blessing, and we carry that gift with humility every single day.

To every single person who has prayed, sent a message, prepared a meal, donated, encouraged us, or simply whispered Randy’s name to God when you didn’t know what else to pray—thank you. You have been part of this journey with us from the very beginning.

We know we’re not at the finish line yet. Transplant is a lifelong journey, and there will always be mountains to climb. But today…today we’re celebrating six months that once seemed impossible.

God has been faithful through every mountain, every valley, every tear, and every victory.

And we believe with all our hearts that the best chapters are still ahead.

“I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.” — Psalm 34:1

Thank you, Jesus, for six beautiful months.

07/04/2026

A Picture Is Worth More Than a Thousand Words… Sometimes It’s a Lifetime of Them.

Every year, around the Fourth of July, I find myself looking back through an album on my page simply called “The Eye.”

Most people see old pictures.

I relive a moment that forever divided my life into before and after.

One firework.

One split second.

One decision.

One eye that would never see again.

For years, I wondered why God would allow something so devastating to happen. I struggled with the fear, the trauma, and the constant reminder every time I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t understand why my story had to include that chapter.

Now I know.

Sometimes our deepest wounds become our loudest warnings.

Then came this year.

On New Year’s Day, Randy suffered a massive heart attack. In a matter of hours, our world came crashing down. We faced ECMO, an Impella, dialysis, ventilators, uncertainty, and ultimately the miracle of a heart transplant. We spent 51 days in the hospital, wondering if the next phone call, the next procedure, or the next complication would change everything.

We’ve celebrated victories that once seemed impossible. We’ve cried more tears than I knew one heart could hold. We’ve learned to thank God for things most people never have to think about—another sunrise, another heartbeat, another biopsy with good news, another day together.

This year has reminded me that life can change in an instant.

Sometimes it’s a firework.

Sometimes it’s a heart attack.

Neither sends a warning.

So today, this isn’t about taking away anyone’s fun or telling people how to celebrate. It’s simply a heartfelt plea from someone who has lived on both sides of tragedy.

Please don’t underestimate fireworks.

Please protect your eyes.

Please keep children back.

Please don’t relight a firework that didn’t go off.

Please remember that no celebration is worth a lifetime of regret.

I would give anything to have the vision I lost.

I would give anything to erase the fear our family experienced this year.

But since I can’t change either story, I can share them.

If my testimony causes just one family to be a little more careful… if one child keeps their eyesight… if one person decides to leave the fireworks to the professionals… then perhaps God is still using some of the hardest chapters of our lives for His glory.

This Fourth of July, celebrate our freedom with gratitude, hug your family a little tighter, and remember that tomorrow is never promised.

As Scripture reminds us:

“Teach us to number our days carefully so that we may develop wisdom in our hearts.” — Psalm 90:12

From our family to yours, have a safe and blessed Independence Day. ❤️🇺🇸

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