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Introducing Ms. Brenda Yoder!!




Brenda lives life on a farm in Northern Indiana with her husband and four children, ages ranging from middle school to college.   She has a Master’s Degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling and BA in Secondary Education.  After being a stay-at-home-mom and a high school History teacher, she currently is a part-time elementary school counselor, behavioral service provider, and has a small private counseling practice. Her greatest passion is encouraging others and ministering God’s word to the hurting and the lost.  In addition to counseling, she does this through writing and speaking.  She is a contributing writer to her denomination’s monthly devotional magazine, writes a monthly column in her community’s newspaper, is a speaker for Stonecroft Ministries, and writes a blog, Life Beyond the Picket Fence (www.brendayoder.com), authentically sharing life and God’s Word of out of her own experience of restoration and hope after her image of the “picket-fence life” was shattered.  She loves joining women in their walk with the Living Lord.

I am so excited to annouce Brenda has become apart of the "She Stands" family!!!  What a blessing and honor to have her share her stories.  Brenda will be featured the third week of each month.
I encourage you all to pop over to her blog as well. You will be blessed :)
xoxoxox

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