I’ll try to summarize… I am very random.

When God intervened in my life:

One day my life changed, I started “liv­ing” once I real­ized God is in con­trol, not me. Even some­thing, hor­ri­ble at the time, can be turned around and used by Him. That year I was raped in my apt, sup­­pressed it and a preg­­nancy (temp amne­sia they call it), had a healthy baby girl, fell in love with her, and then placed her for adop­­tion with the best fam­ily ever. I get updates every year (work­ing on more) and she is thriv­ing in their care! God did so much for so many peo­­ple through all of it. I’m just a lit­­tle piece in this huge beau­ti­­ful puz­­zle, that only makes sense look­ing back after­ward. I never planned my life to be this way, but it was never my life to begin with.  And now that hap­pened, I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. I got to see life from a view most peo­­ple never get to. I never felt love like it before. It’s hard to even describe, but I loved her before I ever held her. I wish I could of pro­­vided all that she deserved in life, but that wasn’t in God’s plan. She needed a father & a mother (plus a big bro 2 pro­­tect her). And God had them picked long ago. It was the most painful day of my life, and the most joy­­ful too, when I gave my daugh­­ter to her mom & dad. (Or as I say, gave her the gift of them) They had been pray­ing for her since day one! If not for this fam­ily & God’s assur­ance, I doubt I would of gone through. Usu­ally adop­­tions take place 4 days after birth (in Texas) but because of legal issues w father sig­­na­­ture, I GOT A WHOLE 31 DAYS with her! These were the best days of my life! Every­one was wor­ried I would get too attached, and of course I did! But I wanted to love on her as much as I could, while I could. I think I proved to agency that a birth mom can get attached & still go through with the adop­­tion. We do it because we love them, not because we “weren’t attached yet.” But I miss her more than any­thing now! It will be a long long 17 year wait to hope­­fully see her and hold her again. I didn’t ever think it could (or any­thing could) hurt this bad. It’s like loos­ing or “giv­ing away” a piece of me big­ger than I knew I had.
I learned how pre­­cious life is & how lucky we are to be given it. Every­thing I do or receive in life is because of His Grace, I’m just thank­­ful to of lived this long…and each new day is a gift I didn’t deserve.
There were more crazy twists & turns dur­ing it all. I got eclam­pe­sia & had emer­­gency nat­ural labor(some advil) She had a false alarm ill­­ness, hos­pi­­tal on the 15th day. I sup­­pressed rape & preg­­nancy until the 7th month! I lived w/ 30 preg­­nant women in dorms & lot of other fun stuff that all con­nected together in the end. Now I’m involved in a min­istry to birth moth­­ers.




“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” Genesis 50:20

“For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us.”

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About Me:Old version… Even some­thing, hor­ri­ble at the time, can be turned around and used by Him. That year I was raped in my apt, sup­pressed it and a preg­nancy (temp amne­sia they call it), had a healthy baby girl, fell in love with her, and then placed her for adop­tion with the best fam­ily ever. I get updates every year (work­ing on more) and she is thriv­ing in their care! God did so much for so many peo­ple through all of it. I’m just a lit­tle piece in this huge beau­ti­ful puz­zle, that only makes sense look­ing back after­ward. I never planned my life to be this way, but it was never my life to begin with.  And now that hap­pened, I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. I got to see life from a view most peo­ple never get to. I never felt love like it before. It’s hard to even describe, but I loved her before I ever held her. I wish I could of pro­vided all that she deserved in life, but that wasn’t in God’s plan. She needed a father & a mother (plus a big bro 2 pro­tect her). And God had them picked long ago. It was the most painful day of my life, and the most joy­ful too, when I gave my daugh­ter to her mom & dad. (Or as I say, gave her the gift of them) They had been pray­ing for her since day one! If not for this fam­ily & God’s assur­ance, I doubt I would of gone through. Usu­ally adop­tions take place 4 days after birth (in Texas) but because of legal issues w father sig­na­ture, I GOT A WHOLE 31 DAYS with her! These were the best days of my life! Every­one was wor­ried I would get too attached, and of course I did! But I wanted to love on her as much as I could, while I could. I think I proved to agency that a birth mom can get attached & still go through with the adop­tion. We do it because we love them, not because we “weren’t attached yet.” But I miss her more than any­thing now! It will be a long long 17 year wait to hope­fully see her and hold her again. I didn’t ever think it could (or any­thing could) hurt this bad. It’s like loos­ing or “giv­ing away” a piece of me big­ger than I knew I had.

I learned how pre­cious life is & how lucky we are to be given it. Every­thing I do or receive in life is because of His Grace, I’m just thank­ful to of lived this long…and each new day is a gift I didn’t deserve.

There were more crazy twists & turns dur­ing it all. I got eclam­pe­sia & had emer­gency nat­ural labor(some advil) She had a false alarm ill­ness, hos­pi­tal on the 15th day. I sup­pressed rape & preg­nancy until the 7th month! I lived w/ 30 preg­nant women in dorms & lot of other fun stuff that all con­nected together in the end. Now I’m involved in a min­istry to birthmoth­ers.

“I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.” Mother Teresa

“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accom­plish what is now being done, the sav­ing of many lives.“Gen­e­sis 50:20

“For he chose us in him before the cre­ation of the world to be holy and blame­less in his sight. In love he pre­des­tined us for adop­tion to son­ship through Jesus Christ, in accor­dance with his plea­sure and will to the praise of his glo­ri­ous grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemp­tion through his blood, the for­give­ness of sins, in accor­dance with the riches of God’s grace that he lav­ished on us.”Eph­esians 1:5

Why Blog?

At first I didn’t really want anyone to read this blog, yet I still made it public & online…. I can’t understand it! I think it’s because people always ask me “what have you been up to” or “what are you doing now after the adoption” and the truth is a lot of silly stuff like this that no one really knows about. I write so much on paper, and I know I won’t even read back over most of it again….so at least this way I can organize a few thoughts.

The other reason for the blog, possibly the main reason I decided to share my life, is because I hope it can help maybe one person out there that will go through some of the same things I have in life…

It’s not just recent events in my life that are worth sharing either. It’s been a crazy ride for as long as I can remember. I hope to one day sort it all out for myself and make some sense of it in a book. I feel like I have lived several different lives (and each to the extreme) God was always looking out for me and with me everywhere I went, I just didn’t realize it until much later. He was always by my side, I just finally decided to say “hi” to Jesus one day. I think because I accepted in my heart as a younger child, He knew my heart and wasn’t going to let me fall. He has saved me from death so many times, and I always wonder if their is a next time, maybe he won’t again. But God always saves us when we put our faith in only him.

I got the domain name (thestoryofagirl.com) way before I had a story really worth telling. Funny how things all come together sometimes (all the time!) For some reason I never smiled during my grade school years…The teachers always thought something ws so wrong. I remember just not particularly feeling like I wanted to smile. I grew out of that, but I did “look so sad in photographs” as the song goes. Later, I remembered that my first boyfriend used to sing this song to me and said it reminded I’m of me for some reason? That song was the story of a girl. We were very young and cheesy then I guess, because somehow he would get me to smile when the song said it. And a lot of other weird things remind me of this song, and it’s meaning, and the story of my life. No one but God can remember all the bizarre amazing miraculous stories of my life, but I hope someday he helps me remember them so I can write them down and pass them on to my daughter one day, sorta as a guide on “what not to do”.

the Long Ver­sion:

So, my life started chang­ing the most when I began a rela­tion­ship some­one I thought I knew, but in-actuality had no clue about who he was. A stronger per­son and some­one fol­low­ing God would have left sooner.But by the end of that, I was lost and needed God then more than I think I ever have before. So, as I was wal­low­ing in self-pity and try­ing to “find myself” again, I believe God decided to inter­vene and make use of the time I was spend­ing fret­ting over the past and “not liv­ing” and use it for good.

I had a lot of deci­sions to make right after and dur­ing my elab­o­rate ongo­ing breakup, and I wasn’t in the best place to be mak­ing them. I remem­ber pray­ing then for God to direct me, but I wasn’t really let­ting God in and I don’t think I was ready too either. Now look­ing back, I see that. About a month later, I was raped in my apart­ment and didn’t tell any­one because I felt so dis­gust­ing after­wards. I decided not to remem­ber it myself either, and almost com­pletely blocked it out too. (I’m great at sup­press­ing things) So.…7 months later, I was com­pletely sur­prised to find out I was preg­nant. I know that sounds strange and almost impos­si­ble! On some level, I did always know I was preg­nant. I went to many extremes to avoid hav­ing to rec­og­nize it though. I just kept to myself a lot and was depressed any­ways with my recent sit­u­a­tion, so I could blame any symp­toms on that. All my life I’ve seemed very out­go­ing but usu­ally so anx­ious and uptight inside I the morn­ing sick­ness and stom­ach pains were just nor­mal daily occur­rences to me any­ways. (My pain tol­er­ance is ridicu­lously high I finally found out dur­ing the labor) Any­ways, I think I’m just try­ing to jus­tify how I man­aged to not know for that long, but like i said…I think God decided to inter­vene too and use the time I was depressed and stay­ing to myself any­ways for good. Since I had blocked out the inci­dent so much, I couldn’t imag­ine any pos­si­ble way I could be preg­nant. I know, on some level, I must have known because I didn’t drink at all dur­ing that time (which was not nor­mal for me then) and I avoided tak­ing any preg­nancy test too (at all costs). I kept delay­ing find­ing out any­thing for sure, because I knew it would be too hard of a deci­sion for me to make if I found out too soon, and I didn’t trust myself. I had actu­ally told God many times before that my two biggest fears were get­ting preg­nant by means I couldn’t con­trol, and then hav­ing that deci­sion to make. And the other fear was to have to leave the secu­rity of the place I call home (spe­cific area in Texas) and move to Africa or some­thing. Strange fears, but I prayed He wouldn’t ever let them hap­pen to me because I knew I couldn’t han­dle it, ( He sure made his point that I wasn’t sup­posed to do life on my own, and if I have him any­thing is pos­si­ble. I think God really does have a good sense of humor..although some­times more funny from his view I’m sure)

So any­way, one of my fears came true.…and i han­dled it even though I thought I couldn’t. But I did block it out (since I have a real knack for that..I’d like to think that’s how I man­aged to stay in some rela­tion­ships so long.) I don’t know if I ever made any con­scious deci­sion about anything…but some­one said my deci­sion to do noth­ing was a deci­sion. I’m not sure that counts though! I hid the fact that main­tain­ing my weight was almost impos­si­ble, by work­ing out ALOT (which I hate) and it wasn’t com­pletely obvi­ous some­thing was up until after New Years. I’m sure if I had my typ­i­cal type boyfriend around at the time, he would of pointed out the weight gain at first sign & never dropped the issue. So I’m pretty thank­ful for that tim­ing too. (If you won­der how I could miss the fact that my monthly friend never visited…I’m the rare type that has never really had that. Sorry if too much info that’s just the obvi­ous first ques­tion) So, I went to work every­day and every­thing seemed some­what nor­mal for the first sixth months. Another inter­est­ing thing that didn’t help my aware­ness much, was that I had full Ob Gyn appoint­ment in Octo­ber and he didn’t notice I was preg­nant!! (I would have been almost 4 months along then!) And he pre­scribed me birth con­trol! I that took for a few days (I thought I took almost a month’s worth, but recently found the con­tainer and I guess I only took 2!) and then just never refilled forsome rea­son. If that isn’t Gods hand pro­tect­ing this baby through every­thing, I don’t know what is! I guess I took some daily vit­a­mins and was gen­er­ally healthy, but the fact that I wasn’t reg­u­lat­ing what I was putting into my body like a preg­nant woman should, and she still was so healthy…is what I believe to be the great­est gift God will ever give me!

Then, about mid-January I went for checkup, because I knew some­thing wasn’t right at that point…and was hon­estly shocked to hear I was preg­nant. I was think­ing, at that point, my weight gain had some­thing to do with my thy­roid dis­or­der I’ve had for­ever. So, I lost it when he told me, actu­ally. Then I had to tell my fam­ily eventually…and that was hard. And for the first time I had to tell some­one about the inci­dent. I briefly told enough to explain how I could pos­si­bly be 7 months preg­nant at the moment, and then it was on to deal­ing with the sit­u­a­tion. I was so wor­ried, after the shock wore off, and wanted to find out if every­thing was OK with the the baby…but by then it was actu­ally too late to even have a sono­gram at any preg­nancy cen­ter.. so I had to wait 3 weeks before I could get an appoint­ment to hear the heart­beat and know every­thing was ok. At first I didn’t even plan on telling my par­ents, about the preg­nancy (but I didn’t last long on my own) and up until the birth I was adamant that no one should ever ever find out about this or I would die from the shame of it all! I wouldn’t even go to a dr. or hos­pi­tal in the area for fear of some­one see­ing me and I would of used a false name too, if I could have! It’s amaz­ing how God totally trans­formed my view of the world and peo­ple though all this. Before, I cared so much about what a few peo­ple would think, who really didn’t care about me any­ways! Every­one that loved me or had a good heart wouldn’t think any dif­fer­ently of me, so why should it mat­ter! Peo­ple have tried to tell me this before, but as usual it took knock­ing me over the head with it for me to truly get it.

I knew I wanted my child to grow up with a mother and a father and in a home that could pro­vide for her the best of every­thing. I am surely not capa­ble of pro­vid­ing any­thing but love, and that unfor­tu­nately isn’t enough. I’ve always believed it’s not really fair to deal a child any­thing less than a full hand when they start. I knew there were a lot of peo­ple want­ing to adopt, but I had no idea the amount of won­der­ful, totally qual­i­fied and ded­i­cated cou­ples there were out there dying to love a child! Before she arrived, I didn’t know how much I would fall in love with her. I never knew it was pos­si­ble to love any­thing so much! I’m so glad I made the deci­sion and choose the fam­ily before the birth. I seri­ously doubt I could of done it after­wards, and it was the right choice I’m sure ( by the way, the par­ents are great..two of the most devout Chris­t­ian cou­ples I’ve ever met!) They couldn’t have another child after their first, and so the lit­tle boy has prayed for a younger brother or sis­ter every night for 5 yrs! I’ve always wanted a big brother myself and so it was very impor­tant to me that he was in the pic­ture too. They have a huge extended fam­ily, a big house w/ a pool and tons of land in the back­yard. (That’s just added bonus) She is like a lit­tle princess too, being the only girl in the whole extended fam­ily. I cant say where they live (I don’t know the exact loca­tion any­ways) but it is very close to me. When­ever there is a bad storm, I know she hears it and I worry about her get­ting scared. The loca­tion aspect, I guess, isn’t nor­mal for most adop­tions. But I don’t think any­thing I do is “nor­mal” so to say, so why should this be any dif­fer­ent. That’s another main rea­son why I wanted her with this fam­ily, because I think con­sis­tency is the most impor­tant think for a child to have…and I know they will give it!

Any­ways ( try­ing to make it short) God had that fam­ily picked out a long time ago…they were the first and only cou­ple I looked at. (I’m not just say­ing that cause it makes it eas­ier, this girl was meant for that fam­ily!) I knew as soon as I met her that she was the woman I was sup­posed to give my child to. It’s kinda cool to know I helped com­plete someone’s fam­ily too. I went through Edna Glad­ney in Fort Worth for the adop­tion process, and they are great. I will hope­fully be work­ing soon for an adop­tion agency, preg­nancy cen­ter, or some­thing where I can help preg­nant women and chil­dren some­how. I always knew I was against abor­tion, in general…but now it’s taken on a whole new mean­ing. (It’s almost like every baby out there is Ann, to me, and I want to save them all) I know it’s a a hard choice to make in the early stages, espe­cially when you are all alone and scared (I didn’t even trust myself w/it) but I hope most women know that more women seri­ously regret abor­tions later in life than do con­tinue on nor­mally. I can’t tell you how many women & just friends I’ve talked to now who daily feel guilty about an abor­tion. That’s why I also feel like what’s done is done, and I so wish they didn’t feel bad about it any­more. God for­gave them along time ago and I wish they could too! I’m sure I need to do a lot more research on the sub­ject too because there are so many ways peo­ple can argue for & against it. For now, all I got is what I’ve per­son­ally wit­nessed though, and it’s enough to make me want to stand up more for it now.

I’m glad I learned so much about adop­tion too, because now I can’t imag­ine hav­ing any other career. Which is such a bless­ing too…since as most every­one knows, I’ve never been able to set­tle on a career path or job before. God works in mys­te­ri­ous ways! I new noth­ing about adop­tion before all this either, I never knew there was a birth mother’s day and it is the day before Mother’s Day! (I hope to get the word out more on that; it’s been around since ’88 and no ones really heard of it) I know now how much it helps the process if birth mom’s have some­one around that has actu­ally been through the same thing. I think birth mom’s kind of get a bad rap in most cir­cles. I, for one, assumed (I guess from movies) that they all must just drop there baby off on the front steps some­where and hope for the best! I guess I never really had rea­son to think about it much before? So now, I have a pur­pose maybe in life or at least a good direc­tion on it now. I keep in touch with most of the girls I met at glad­ney, I lived with them for a lit­tle over a month. And they range in ages from 12 to 45! That was a sight to see, 30 preg­nant women try­ing to live together, share a bath­room, and get along. I got a room­mate halfway into my time and I was not too happy at first about that. But she turned out to be exactly what I needed at the time and such a bless­ing for me today. She came all the way from Penn­syl­va­nia (I was so lucky to be so close to national agency) and was 25 too! I don’t know if either of us could of made it after the adop­tion with­out each other for sup­port. I’ve learned so much from observ­ing, but mainly that it’s hard at any age to give up a child. Your a mom the instant that lit­tle per­son pops out. So I under­stand why it’s scary to adopt, not know­ing if the mom will fol­low through…but in most cases they always do and I think I could tell any cou­ple now how to read a girl and deter­mine if she will or not before they go design­ing the baby room.

Ok one more freaky thing that hap­pened… I got some­thing called pre-eclampesia in the final month of preg­nancy. It has some­thing to do with your blood pres­sure mainly but if you get it in preg­nancy you swell up fast and they have to do an emer­gency induced labor to save your life and your baby. So that was fun! A bit intense at the time, but it was actu­ally just another bless­ing cause it was planned, I got my favorite doc­tor and favorite nurse and I was the only one giv­ing birth that night. the whole staff was for me and I never ran out of ice chips! I ended up gain­ing 100 pounds because the eclamp­sia thng! I put on 20 pds of water weight in just two days, right before we induced labor! That sure made me get over any silly body image issues I had…fast! I wish all those peo­ple that used to call me anorexic could of seen me then! lol. I would sit on them! just kid­ding. I Thank God I went down just as fast as I blew up. Still have a few more to go though. And she was only 5 pounds! Then clumsy me was try­ing to find a way to maneu­ver dur­ing labor (at 220pds, I couldn’t lift myself!) and some­how pushed my epidural thing out of my back in the first 4 hours of the two day labor. So they told me after­wards it was basi­cally a nat­ural birth! (They promised me that would never hap­pen) So I’m not a wimp after all! My dad had to take back all his teas­ing over the years. The anes­the­si­ol­o­gist didn’t notice it was out till about 30 min­utes before the actual birth, and he apol­o­gized quite a bit! lol. I know I got the good stuff after that though! I had no pain at all till 2nd week! I don’t know why I’m say­ing all this here, it’s not impor­tant at all to the story. I think just to brag cause I was always con­sid­ered by “some peo­ple I know” as a high-maintenance and wimpy soror­ity girl. I guess I can still be a lit­tle high main­te­nance at times though. But, back to the sub­ject.…

Usu­ally you spend time with your baby for about four days after birth, and then have place­ment with the adop­tive fam­ily. That makes it a lit­tle eas­ier (still hard) not to get too attached. But In my case, because of course the father couldn’t sign any papers, we legally had to wait 30 days. At first this scared me, but now I see it as such a bless­ing! I got to see my daugh­ter dur­ing her first month on earth, the time she is grow­ing and chang­ing the most. I will cher­ish it for­ever! It was amaz­ing to watch Ann (that’s what I called her before her offi­cial name was given) grow every­day and I would have missed out on so many won­der­ful things if I hadn’t had that time. I still for­get and call her Ann some­times by acci­dent. I think I will always remem­ber her in a way as my lit­tle Ann E. ( She was Ann Elaine for almost 30 days! Isn’t that a cute name…I’ve wanted to name my daugh­ter that since kinder­garten!) Dur­ing that month, I took over 24 hrs of video, which is more than my par­ents have of me! She loved the cam­era, and would just dance and twirl around in front of it! She was admit­ted to the hos­pi­tal on her 20th day for a seri­ous stom­ach virus. She was auto­mat­i­cally checked in for the whole week­end! But then it was a false alarm! Some­one actu­ally con­fused her test results with another babies. (So that does still hap­pen) I freaked out though when I heard (finally heard, through the chain of com­mand that exists in pre-adoption) I had just signed the “relin­quish­ment papers” the day before where I gave up all my rights, so I wasn’t allowed to go to the hos­pi­tal and had to wait four days to see her again! I nor­mally would of lost it and gone dri­ving to the hos­pi­tal for no rea­son, but this time was dif­fer­ent. Maybe moth­er­hood had already changed me by then…but I just knew it wasn’t in my hands and there was noth­ing I was going to do that could mirac­u­lously heal her, except pray, and we sure did! (I didn’t even know I could pray with such deter­mi­na­tion!) All of us (my fam & any recip­i­ents of the mass email I sent out to pray and stop every­thing! lol) all just prayed solid until I got the call that it was a mis­take and she is the health­i­est baby they’ve ever seen! It was a pretty cool day! And all that time I knew her adop­tive par­ents were pray­ing for her non­stop, and their whole church too! The tran­si­tional fam­ily (that kept her overnight dur­ing the month) were the ones that actu­ally stayed at the hos­pi­tal with her and slept in her room. They fell in love with her soooo much, imme­di­ately as well! She had like an entourage of fam­i­lies and friends who loved her before she was even a month old! Dur­ing her stay at the hos­pi­tal though I still thought it was tor­ture, and I barely made it those four days with­out her. I was so not pre­pared for 18 years yet. But you can’t really pre­pare your­self for that.

Then April 15th came and it was the hard­est day of my life! It was so scary but thank­fully I didn’t have to do any­thing. God did it ALL for me that day… it went like I had rehearsed it a mil­lion times before. I said every­thing to the fam­ily I had wanted to and left the room sure in my deci­sion. I’m so glad my dad taped it all, or I never would have known how it went though! All I remem­ber was shak­ing as I handed my daugh­ter over for the last time and want­ing to scream. It was rare that birth mom’s have as much fam­ily around as I did that day, most have no body for sup­port! The first few days after place­ment I was still numb, then it sunk in that she was really gone and I’ve just been deal­ing with it day by day.

Right now I still miss her so much! I don’t think I will ever stop want­ing to hold her again. I think I will crave that for the next 18 years. Ours is a semi-open adop­tion. I will get pho­tos and updates of her in the mail every year, and I am SO grate­ful for that. God wanted her here SO MUCH and I can’t wait to see what He has planned for her life. I’ve received a few updates in the mail with pic­tures now, and she is grow­ing like a weed and looks so happy! She is the hap­pi­est baby any­body has ever seen!

So thats me.

I think if I had her as she grew up, I would soooo be that annoy­ing mom that brags about her kids all the time!

Yeah, I’m sorry but she is the cutest kid EVER on earth! I’ve been comparing.…jk (kinda)

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This story is like mine, but SO much better: http://bit.ly/3rAQE

I’m just a girl try­ing to become the woman God wants me to be. I’m learn­ing how to fol­low the path He has set before me and trust in Him. I use the word invis­i­ble on my blog..website, because I’ve often felt invis­i­ble and insignif­i­cant some­times to peo­ple through­out my life. I think we all do. As a younger girl I let it get to me though and would some­times try so hard to get the atten­tion of a few peo­ple, that didn’t really deserve the effort anyways.…just because I needed to feel val­i­dated. But if you can’t be true to your­self, it’s easy to lose yourself…and even­tu­ally start to think you might as well really be invis­i­ble. But the one I was never invis­i­ble too and the only one who’s opin­ion mat­ters, never for­got me or left my side. I knew all my life it was true, but never really grasped until now, just how great His love is. God has seen me through so many things through­out my life, that I couldn’t of made it through with­out Him. It wasn’t always easy to see Him though, but look­ing back He was always pro­tect­ing me. I prayed a lot back then that He would help me under­stand Him bet­ter and reach Him, because I still didn’t feel close and didn’t know what my next step in life should be.

Not too long after, God started mov­ing moun­tains in my life and shak­ing things up all over the place. It took me a while to fig­ure out that He was doing every­thing and for a rea­son. My path was being laid out just like I had asked, but it wasn’t going to be a cake­walk. He began show­ing me how I could grow in Him from a weak minded young girl to a strong Chris­t­ian woman if I would just choose to fol­low. (I’m known to be pretty hard headed and like my con­trol, but it was time to let go) I’m far from the woman I hope to be some­day, my path just started. I strug­gle with my earthly desires daily and some­times feel like it’s too much to han­dle being on this path… but I do believe I am learn­ing. I think God is bless­ing me with a path of some heartaches, so that I can bet­ter under­stand His won­der­ful grace, and that the com­fort He is capa­ble of pro­vide is enough to get me through any­thing… if I only I will let Him! Now, I’m learn­ing patience and that God’s plan for me may not be the fairy­tale I had hoped for as a young girl… but what I hoped for was insignif­i­cant com­pared to the won­ders God is capa­ble of!

He showed me through becom­ing a mother, that doing what’s best for my child may not be what I feel like doing or had planned for my life either… But in sit­ting out­side of the game I would have cho­sen myself to play, I’ve been able to see the world in a way that many peo­ple may never get to and I feel so blessed for that. I’ve wit­nessed more of God’s Amaz­ing Grace than I ever thought pos­si­ble for me to see! He is show­ing me on my path that I do have a voice of my own, because of and through Him, but that I still need to fig­ure out exactly what that voice is. I lost touch with it after too many years of pre­tend­ing to be some­one I wasn’t, because I didn’t think I was good enough. I want my daugh­ter to always know she is good enough and loved no mat­ter what. Now I think that being unheard or unseen some­times isn’t that bad after all…as long as you are seen by God.

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My Little Life Saver

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The power of testimonies

This is the story of a  girl

This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles…

How many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears.
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real!
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes!
How many days disappear?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say…

THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!
AND WHILE SHE LOOKED SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER,
WHEN SHE SMILES…

How many lovers would stay?
Just to put of with this shit day after day!
How did we wind up this way?
Watching our mouths for the words that we say.
As long as we stand here waiting,
Wearing the clothes of the souls that we choose!
How do we get there today?
When we’re walking to far for the price of our shoes!
Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say!…

THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!
AND WHILE SHE LOOKED SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER,
WHEN SHE SMILES…

Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say…
This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her-

This is the story of a girl;
Her pretty face she hid from the world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles…

This is the story of a – girl!
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles…