My story- Prologue

He’s just so good. Rest in Him. Get to know him. Trust in him. Proverbs 3:5 was my path to true freedom. Even though I only knew an inkling of what it meant in the beginning. I am sure I am still only just figuring it out. But I want to know more. I am eager to know more of Him, serve Him more and I WANT to be disciplined in my faith walk. It isn’t a duty. It isn’t a have to. As my husband says, it’s a get to…

This blog series (maybe one day book?!) was birthed out of a desire to write many, many years ago. My best friend and I would always joke that my memoir, or any collection of stories about my life, would be titled Fat Looks Better Tan. (Let’s face it- I was a bit chubby while also enjoying a good dose of tanning oil). While admittedly I still LOVE that title, fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it), that is not the season God had me in when he said: “Write!” Instead, I am writing with the tale of my childhood to young adulthood to middle-aged-hood (where I now reside). This is the story of how I went from preacher’s daughter to where I am today- a preacher’s daughter who likes to preach. When you read that you probably think, well of course, natural progression, family legacy, all of that. However, there are actually two things I said never about- being in ministry and marrying someone names Andy. Never say never. Both are now true, so how is that for God’s sense of humor.

But my story is not exactly linear. And it isn’t all that crazy or mind boggling either. That is my husband’s story (which hopefully he will write one day because literally everyone we sit down to talk with tells him- “You should write a book!”) To which I will say a resounding “YES!” But perhaps I will need to help a bit with ghostwriting because he is terrible at dates and the order of things… He regularly asks me when things happened to him, that may or may not have happened to him before we met. Apparently his memory was better the first time he told me his stories thirteen years ago so now it is my duty to remember. I digress. 

I sat down to write my story in the midst of COVID-19 and quarantine. At first, pretty strictly for a few months and then a little looser for the past few (mental sanity is important too). It was in this quarantine that I signed up for an online challenge in order to glean some kind of deeper wisdom as to “what’s next” on this journey that God has blessed me with. And I heard it clearly- write your story. My plan here is to release one portion per week.

My prayer is that this speaks to someone, helps someone move further along on perhaps the zigzaggy journey they have had with Christ. Or maybe I am just writing for an audience of one. A finale to the healing journey He has taken me through over these past few years. So, Heavenly Father, thank you, for the opportunity, the conviction and the fortitude to write these words. May it be only what you will and travel to only who you meant it to be in the hands of. And may God bless you (my dear reader) richly. Amen.

Hope you tune in again next week for part one!