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I AM A…
Honestly, I cannot remember a time in my life when I did not know God; however, I didn’t give my life over to Him and form a relationship with Christ until the age of 28. Looking back, I realize that there were so many things I didn’t understand about God and what my relationship with Him really meant.
For starters, I grew up with a Jesus-Loves-Me knowing of Him that later, somehow, morphed into an emphasis on religion rather than Christ, resulting in an unhealthy reverence. I was fearful that He was an angry God. In those years, I was trapped between hope and hell, fire, and brimstone.
Thankfully, through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, sound preaching, and personal study, truth has been revealed to me. And, I’m finally getting a grasp on my true identity—the one that really matters—who I am in HIM.
As a fellow follower of Christ, I hope you’ll enjoy sharing the Word and God’s little aha moments. I’m certainly no theologian and am learning so much myself, but we are all works in progress, aren’t we? That’s why I started this blog—to share my testimony and to encourage others through the power of writing.
I’d honestly given up on getting married. At the age of 26, I bought a little piece of property—all a first-year teacher could afford. Then I set my sights on building a house. I’d had it with failed relationships and trying to find someone who shared my beliefs. Particularly in a small town, it’s slim pickens, you might say! So I was determined to live my life alone, finding fulfillment in my teaching career.
Well, in order to build a house, one must have a mortgage broker. Fast forward 16 years. That mortgage broker is now my father-in-law! So just when I’d given up on love, it turned out that my mortgage broker was playing cupid behind the scenes. PTL!
And the rest is history!
The other man in my life is my son, a tween—but he can’t help that! If only I could make time stand still—well, actually I’d like to have time back up a few years and then stand still! Enough with the growing and the independence already!
There are definitely sacrifices to be made in order for the SAH/WAH lifestyle to work. Much of it involves creativity, reprioritizing, and living a frugal but fulfilled lifestyle. It’s so worth it though—at least for my family. I’m truly grateful that I don’t have to make the hard choices that many moms do. There’s no doubt I’d be making those same hard decisions if God hadn’t derailed my plans.
You see, being a stay at home mom wasn’t my choice…
Postpartum Depression Survivor
I had planned to continue my career as a public school teacher, maybe even pursue a career in administration. That was before it happened. That was before my life radically changed.
Little did I know that following the birth of my son I’d fall into a dark hole that would rob me of most everything during the next year of my life.
Nor did I plan on spending the next three years overcoming the effects of Postpartum Depression and the toll it had taken on my relationships, my psyche, and my life. PPD took away my identity and my life as I knew it.
But—but for the grace of God…
I arrived on the other side.
If you’re a mom suffering or recovering from PPD, I hope you’ll find encouragement and inspiration in knowing that you’re not alone and you can get through this. I am living proof that you can have a good life again. Be sure to click on my reference page for helpful PPD links.
Obviously, I’m a blogger. I love encouraging others, but I’m very introverted and sometimes find it hard to feel comfy with spoken words. Plus, blogging helps me flesh out my ideas and understand things better through the active process of pen to paper/fingers to keyboard. I like the accountability too. If I write/blog something, I’m committed to doing it–and you’re there to hold me accountable!
I’m also a freelance writer. You can read more of my work here.
That’s right, I’m a 40-something tween mom! Prayers accepted & appreciated!
Actually, being in my forties isn’t as bad as I once thought it would be. There is a sense of accomplishment that comes with it. And it actually is true—most of the time—that you’ll not care anymore about what others think or say about you. (Notice that I wrote the words most of the time. I’m still human, unfortunately. Being in your 40s doesn’t change that!)
But I can tell you that for the first time in my life I truly feel I have a handle on who I am. I’m not talking about who the world says I am or who others think I should be. I’m talking about who I am in HIM.
And dare I say that for the first time in my life I’m okay with who I am? Yes! I do dare say! Gone are the days of blindly feeling my way through the darkness afraid of pretty much everything. I’m trusting Him to direct my path, love me through it all, and give me the power to finally punch fear in its big, fat, ugly eye!
Some say life really begins in your forties. I plan to find out.
Wanna join me?