I accepted Christ on Easter morning when I was five years old. My mom led me in a sinner’s prayer while we sat at the kitchen counter. My life was pretty easy and smooth sailing while living at home and even throughout my college years. I did well at my university, had a lot of great friends, served in leadership roles in my sorority, was almost homecoming queen….just had a total blast and, well, life was pretty much all about me and pretty problem-free!
I got a job, as soon as I graduated, working for my alma mater, West Texas A&M University. I was a recruiter and traveled all over my great, home state of Texas speaking with students. That was when I met my soon-to-be husband. He was a recruiter for Belmont University. We hit it off and were married nine months later. That’s when I moved to Nashville.
I laugh when I explain it to my husband! No, it wasn’t that marriage was bad or moving away was sad or any of that! It’s just that that was when God had planned to pretty much turn my world upside down. Remove anything that I felt was a sure place to put my foot. Remove anything that I put my trust in. Remove any idea of thinking I had it all together and knew everything. I think that that is when the deconstruction began. When the tearing down began. When he started chipping away at the exterior…only to find out it would be years before the studs were exposed and He could start rebuilding the way He wanted to.
Over the next several days, weeks or months (I’m not really sure), I am going to share how He did this. There are a lot of stories. Throughout all of this process, I kept telling Michael that we were going to have so many stories to share. Some are so unbelievable that they have God written all over them. I couldn't make them up if I wanted to! They are nothing short of God's work in our lives.
This is my story…