Transformation
Today is a beautiful, but hot, day! I’m writing, while Callee is playing, Jeffrey is relaxing, and Lexi is napping. It reminds me how lucky I am to be here and really makes me reflect on how I got here. I know God had this planned this entire time yet it wasn’t any easy road. My faith was tested repeatedly and I often lost sight of Him and His glory. Here is my story…
My story starts off like most stories I’ve heard. I grew up in a Southern Baptist Church. I attended Sunday school and “Big Church” as we called it. My great uncle and great aunt had a lot to do with that. They would pick me and all the neighboring kids up and haul us to church. Granted, the church was within walking distance from my parents’ house. It was a small church that only held maybe 50 people. I was little and just enjoyed the stories and activities. I honestly don’t remember much about that church. I mainly remember the phone calls from my great aunt that said she was on her way to pick us up for Sunday school. We would be rushing to be ready for when she arrived, which was only 5 minutes after she called. My brothers and I could never be on time. lol
God’s Little Miracle
So I decided, I like Timehop. It’s an amazing reminder of the past and how much I have grown and changed. But Timehop doesn’t always show what happened in previous years. Because you actually have to post about events on Facebook or Instagram or Twitter or any other social media side for Timehop to actually pick it up. And some events don’t make it to the social media sites because they’re too difficult to post about.
I’m gonna share about one of those times in this post because it didn’t make my Timehop and it won’t ever make my Timehop because I never did post about it. And it’s always going to be around this time of year because that’s when Alexa, our youngest daughter, was born. She’s our little miracle baby. Now it’s not a miracle in the sense that I had a horrible pregnancy and she barely made it to 38 weeks or that she had some disease that they had to cure. It’s in a sense of God really showing me what He could do and how strong my faith needed to be by how she came into this world.
Halfway Across the World
It has been 7 years since a tragedy hit half way across the world. 7 years since I thought I was going to be a single parent. It was the scariest thing I had ever been through and thinking about it now makes me shake. Even though I know the outcome and God’s amazing timing, tears still creep into my eyes when I think about that day. Writing this is tough but it reminds me how amazing God is.
Jeff was on deployment in Japan. He had been there for about 7 months but was beginning his journey home. I spoke with him the night before and he said they were to fly to Tokyo and catch a flight to California the next morning. I went to bed as I normally do but my morning was anything but normal. My phone began going off around 5:30 am, if I remember correctly. Text messages asking if Jeff was ok and if I had talk to him recently. I was so confused until I got a phone call from a family member. I honestly don’t remember who it was because their question was what stuck out to me.
“Is Jeff alive?”
