Where to begin? I was brought up in a loving home, with 11 siblings. I am the third oldest. I asked God to forgive me for my sins and was horrified that Jesus had to die because of me when I was 7. I had unthinkable things happen to me from a family friend when I was very young, which opened my eyes to the depravity of human beings. My childhood made me determined, strong, and confident in who I was becoming, thinking I was pretty special.
I was confused by my own understanding of scripture and another gospel, relied on myself and had a baby before having a committed relationship.
I accomplished much in my short career as a Hairstylist/Salon Manager, but after meeting and marrying my husband he wanted me to stay at home with the kids.
The Lord changed me.
I fear God. This fear grows as I do.
I Love Jesus. This love is out of this world.
I am stubborn, opinionated, loving, loyal and learning to be weak. Being strong is overrated.
I love to be creative with writing, painting, home design and fashion.
I love to sing.
I love music.
Bacon is awesome.
I was home schooled and as a result my husband and I made this choice for our own children. We have five: a willful 5 year-old, 2 seven year-olds, a 9 year-old and a 15 year-old. 4 boys and one girl. Parenting is both a thankless job and an immense blessing.
I love to be challenged.
This blog is where I will pour out my heart, share my ideas and possibly offend you. I am sorry, but I hope I challenge you to think, because we all agree that death is coming.
How we arrive there is what counts.
