Well here it is. My first blog. I can’t even believe I’ve actually started a blog when just a year ago I was reaching out to my friend Jolene asking exactly what a blog was! I mean, I’m not COMPLETELY clueless. I knew it was a place where people wrote about certain things and people read it. That’s it! Did I ever think I would be a blogger?? Ummm no. So much no that I had actually written blog writer instead of blogger originally in that sentence. Thankfully, after a lot of laughs, Jolene told me to change it to blogger. I am not a writer at heart. I’m not someone who shares my life and struggles with others. In the past I have always been the person that sits in the back of the room, stays quiet, while dipping down in my seat when people are getting called on. I don’t like attention. I don’t like people looking at me, judging me or talking about me. But here I am preparing to share my life, my struggles, my oh crap moments with people who I don’t even know. Am I still the person that wants to hide in the background? Yes. But that is not what God has called me to do. He has called me to live in his light! And if I’m living in his light I can no longer live in darkness, scared and hiding. I have to open my life up to him and to you! If I can share some light on just one persons darkness, then I have succeeded. I may be judged, laughed at or talked about but that’s okay. I’m not doing this for you or myself even. I’m doing it for the Glory of God. He has called me to share my life, my experiences, my struggles with others in hopes of bringing you closer to him.
Here’s a little background about myself. I am a 35-year-old mother to the most precious 3-year-old little girl. Seriously, look at this sweet face? Doesn’t it make you just melt? Or maybe that’s just me because she’s mine haha! Even though she’s giving me more wrinkles by the day she’s worth every single one. I’ve been married to my best friend for five years and we’ve been together for nine. Nine years! Good lord that’s almost a decade! He is my rock. My best friend. The perfect compliment to my crazy. And I can be a wee bit crazy at times.
My childhood was like a lot of my generation. I grew up in a broken home which caused me to rebel in every way possible. I wouldn’t wish my teenage years on any parent. I pray that “paying for your raising” is only a saying!! (Good luck with that Case!) Because of my past I have spent my adult life crippled with fear and anxiety which only got worse after suffering three miscarriages in a year. I was lost. Scared. Broken. But, today I stand here wanting others to know that just because you came from a broken home, doesn’t mean you are broken forever. That just because you’ve had fertility issues or miscarriages that you can still have faith in God’s timing.
I am living proof that yesterday does not define you! Yesterday is in the past. Today is what counts. Today is what matters. We all fall sometimes, but we have to get back up!
“The Godly may trip seven times, but THEY WILL GET BACK UP.” (Proverbs 24:16 NLT)
I’ve fallen, what seems like 700 times! But, I will get back up AGAIN AND AGAIN. Why? Because I have God on my side. Because I have a family who loves me. Because I have to be the best example I can be for my daughter. A fire has been lit in me and nothing and no one will extinguish it! I am AWAKE! I am ALIVE! I am living in Freedom with God and I want that for you! We can all experience true Freedom when we surrender ourselves to him and his will. It doesn’t mean you will never experience heartache or troubles. But it does mean that you will never go through those things alone. It means that even in those moments of feeling like you have nothing left to give, you have the ultimate giver by your side. The Giver of Life, Truth, and Peace.
So welcome friends, family and strangers! I hope you’re ready for a lot of joy, tears, and truths. I want to share about the ups and downs as a mom and wife. How Bible Journaling brought me closer to God. How living a more natural lifestyle with Essential Oils has changed the way I view my health. And how miscarriage after miscarriage my faith only got stronger. Buckle up.