Saved by the grace of Jesus Christ, I am blessed to be a stay at home wife to my best friend and the most amazing man in the world, and mama to 3 precious little ones (5, 3, and 1 year old).
I was raised in a Christian home and homeschooled from preschool on up. When I was 7, my parents moved our family to a little corner of paradise in the Northwest tucked a bumpy half hour drive over pot hole pocked gravel roads from the nearest town. (Population was less than 400. I’m pretty sure they counted pets in that census.) 🙂 For nearly 9 years, we lived without conventional electricity and hot running water, making our own candles for light and felling our own trees for heat. I learned to sew on a treadle sewing machine long before I got introduced to the electric model. 🙂
After moving to a home with electricity and a more suburban location (45 minutes from a town of 12,000), I completed my homeschool education, and went on to college to pursue a nursing degree. It was during this season of my life that I came face to face with my inner demons through an eating disorder. God graciously appointed a loving church family for me during this transition into “life on my own.”
I was blessed to immediately move into the job of my dreams after graduation, and went to work as an Emergency Department RN. There are so many palm-slap-to-my-forehead moments when I think about how cocky and naïve I really was. But God has a way of using difficult patients, tough cases, and hard-boiled, salt-of-the-earth coworkers to sandpaper off alternating layers of arrogance and stupidity. (Children, I have found, have a similar gift…)
A mere 2 and a half years after graduation, I found myself staring into the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes, attached to the single most attractive man in the entire world, and I was whirled into orbit. You know when the axis of your universe shifts? Yep, it was that.
We dated long distance, burning up many hours on the phone, many, many emails, and multiple trips to see each other. 10 months after we met, we said “I do.” Superman whisked me away from the Northwest to the Northeast (the middle of nowhere New Hampshire), and we’ve been blessed with 4 precious babies (one waiting for us in heaven!)
As I reflect on where God has brought me, I can’t help but stand in awe.
He took this cocky know-it-all and showed me how desperately I need Him every single day.
He took a girl that disliked kids and gave me 3 energetic joy bundles that I am crazy about.
He took an ER nurse and gave her scraped knees and bruised feelings to care for.
He took an anorexic and turned her into a foodie.
And I have to wonder….if He did all this for me…what has He done for you? What is He going to do?
Searching for the lost Eden isn’t about finding a place of happiness, but finding the Author of all joy in all things. Search with me?