I fear this could turn into a book, and many who know me personally say I definitely need to write a book about my life… And I will, in due time.
For now, I will give you as much information I can without going overboard.
First things first:
I am first and foremost a mother. It has become my mission in life to raise happy, well-rounded, and loving boys. My dream for them is to grow up and feel good about who they are, and what they can do to make the world a better place.
My Traumatic Past:
I am an abuse and trauma survivor. I lived through domestic violence and fear. I have lived recklessly – without respect for myself and my life in the aftermath of abuse. I have gone into relationships thinking my love was enough to fix them. I trusted all the wrong people and hurt all the right ones. I’ve spent many years broken, and through the grace of God I’ve made it through.
It took faith, it took determination, and it took sheer stubbornness to get as far as I have. This is why I have a heart for domestic violence and trauma survivors.
I do not feel I have insight that no one else has, I do believe though, that if I can make it to a place of total contentment and joy – anyone can.
I have walked through so many difficult and heartbreaking things in my life that I truly can’t even fathom how I’ve gotten this far… And because of all those hard moments, I have found joy in the most simplest of pleasures.
I was raised going to many different churches growing up. My family loved God, and we moved a lot. My mother was sure to take us to the nearest church she could find and instilled a love for God in each of us. I tend to favor more evangelical services, but I find beauty in just about every church I walk into. God is anywhere we bring him, and any message brought forth out of love and reverence for the One who made the universe is bound to make an impact.
It has been through my faith and the many ebbs and flows of my walk that I have developed the love I have for ministry.
My Current Life:
I raised my children mostly alone until I met my husband and we married March 27, 2015. This was a man that not only loved me for me, but he loved my children. He took on a woman with some raw emotional wounds and remaining mistrust of men. It has not been an easy transition. When we met I was already going through such a transformative process of healing and reconciling my past – I believe learning to trust again has helped seal any remaining wounds.
Life isn’t perfect – not by a long shot. I wouldn’t pretend for a moment that it was. However, we have the power to make it better. Not just for ourselves, but for others. There is so much to live for, sometimes we just need help seeing the hope that remains after trauma.
Thank you for your time and for reading this,