All my life I have been searching for a more thoughtful, deeper, fun, knowing relationship with God. I think my parents, especially my dad, had engrained in me the tug I have with my heart. I know my dad is a deeply religious man, and he, like me, are not huge sharers of our faith. I have NO idea why it is sooo hard just to sit down with my children and express the stories I’ve learned or the joy I want their hearts to have. I pray every day (not just once a day, but when I’m driving, when I have a quiet moment, when there’s a house full of chaos) that my children, my grandchildren, my husband, my extended family’s will feel that tug on their heart from God Al mighty. I have many fears that maybe I’m not good enough, because let’s face it, I have many past events in my life that I’m not so proud of, or that I’m very sad about past decisions I’ve made. God knows intimately everything I’ve ever done, but I’m told from the Bible, and from Jesus that if I ask for forgiveness and ask God to be my Savior than my name is in the Lambs Book of Life. Sooooo, with knowing that, I should feel His assurance, but I am just a person, who has doubts, feelings, BUT I always return my faith to Jesus who I hope to someday laugh with, be awed by and be overwhelmed by the Heaven he promises us.

My early life has been quite a road, lots of curves, turns, down hills and up hills. My early years were filled with fun, awesome parties my mom would throw each of us kids for our birthdays, church, Sunday School (which I didn’t love because most of the time I had no idea what they were talking about) , church camp ( which I did love! The glow of the camp fire that we sat around up on the hill, as we sang songs and did devotions was so wonderful). My parents got along and had lots of card parties with their friends. Playing with my cousins. Riding my bike around the neighborhood. Lots of good feel moments in my young life.

As I got into my teen years, my parents were divorcing, I was smoking ( yuk! Why?!) and drinking at a young age. Every weekend was a party or a bar to go to (what a waste of time) but, I got thru those years and luckily Andy and I were on the same path with raising our children. Lots of love, lots of pool time, corn monsters, cousin sleep overs, school football games, school homework, vcr movies, Red Haw Church and of course bumps along the way with our children….nothing and nobody is perfect. Life had its challenges and still does, but now, I rely on prayer a lot to guide me through….and I hope my prayers are felt on my children’s hearts, and on my grandchildren’s hearts.

If anybody out there is reading this post, and I know who you are! Lol, we’ll I don’t really, but I think I do. Know that I love you, Jesus loves you and Hey, let’s start a Bible study together! It could be fun! ❤️😘