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Following in the footsteps of Jesus…

Those words have been echoing in my heart for a while now. Bouncing around until I took them out and examined them thoughtfully. Figuring out how God wants to use me to bring those words to life. 

It took me a while to truly look at my life and realize God was calling me to something different - I tend to be a bit stubborn in that way. Especially when that calling is WAY outside my comfort zone. 

I know I’m not the only one who has doubts. Who isn’t always sure of the path they are being called to take. Who avoids stepping into the life God calls them to. I decided to start this blog so you would know you’re not alone either. 

Where I started

Hopeless, self-centered, and selfish. I changed who I was to fit in with whoever I was around. I floated along without a purpose or truly knowing who I was. I found my happiness in circumstances and other people, but only when things were going well. Even with things going well there was an underlying depression that I could never shake. I felt fake and distant from everyone. 

I let my hurt and pain create distance between me and other people. Nothing I did came from the heart because I kept it hidden and guarded against everything. I relied on the world to make me feel better about who I was and what I was doing. I felt alone and like no one knew what I was going through. Everything felt impossible and painful. I felt like I was being punished even though I was a “good” person and tried to follow the rules. 

Then, my marriage failed and I became a single parent. I was broken and dead inside. Afraid and fragile. Numb and hurting. Feeling lost and alone.

So, I did what I had to do. I started searching because it was exhausting living with all the pain and trying to raise a child on my own. Something was missing and I knew I would start the journey to finding that missing piece in church. There was this whisper in my heart that kept telling me to “go.” 

I vividly remember like it was yesterday, sitting in the far back row, surrounded by people with my then, 4-year-old son on my lap because he had refused to go into the kids area. I have no memory of what the message was about. All I felt was this overwhelming feeling of love. It washed over me and I couldn’t keep the tears from pouring down my face. That love poured in and all the pain I had been holding on to for so long washed away.

I left that first service feeling better than I had in a long time. Little did I know how much my life would change... 

My mission