My Favorite Person

So let me start by saying of course my favorite people are my husband & daughter. But this person I knew before each of them. Sadly she never got to meet them.

This is different. This is about that one person who is just extra special. That one person who gives advice but will also sit & listen & never judge you. That one person you go to for a good talk, laugh or cry. That one special person who is unlike any other. 

My favorite person is my Aunt Veronica. She was always extra special to me & she had this gift of making you feel like you were her special person. She was like my Grandma & could make you feel like you were her favorite. Of course, she didn’t have favorites but I still felt so special & felt our relationship was different. 

She lit up the room with her smile & laugh. She was kind, caring & a motherless mother. You see she never had biological children but she had more than 2 dozen nieces & nephews. She poured her heart into each of us.

She was my go to. I would go visit and stay with her every summer to shop for school clothes & pagent outfits, go to movies, eat at our favorite restaurants & just stay up talking & laughing. Oh how I miss her laugh. 

She knew my fears, my dreams, & she believed in me. She is a main reason I write today. I had began writing for the non profit I worked at & she would email me about my blog. She would tell me that I had a talent with words & in one of the last emails I have from her she suggests writing a book together. I wanted that. That was my dream. To spend a summer writing with my favorite person.

I miss her everyday. I think about her daily. I want to hear her laugh & feel her hugs. I want to smell her hair & see her smile. I want to write our book. 

Not a day goes by I don’t think of her. Sometimes I see a glimmer of her in Ava & I smile. 

It’s been 7 years. 7 years without her laugh and smile. 7 years of change, family additions. 7 years without my favorite person. 

Stepping Out in Faith


This is my absolute favorite verse and it came up in my devotional this morning. Another reassurance that God is in control & that He will provide. 

I’ve always been a career orientated person believing (sadly) that your career can define you, your success, your accomplishments. I always strived to do my best & wanted a career to show how successful I could be. 

Not until I became a mother did my perspective change. I no longer referred to myself as a non-profit guru or Volunteer Coordinator or whatever title I had, I was first & foremost a mother. 

Being a mother is the toughest job I’ve had but it’s the only job I’ve had that I never want to lose. The pay is nonexistent, your benefits are in endless hugs & kisses & paid vacation is hitting up the public library for a free story time. But with that, I wanted it more, every day. I craved for those snuggles, I missed those smiles & laughs & I cried every Monday…and sometimes on Tuesdays & Wednesdays & well sometimes every day of the week dropping off my daughter. 

I braced myself for everything I possibly could have before having my daughter: breastfeeding/formula, crib/cosleeping, disposables/cloth diapers, anything that I could mentally prepare the choices I would have, I prepared for them. I had plans & back up plans. The one thing I didn’t plan: feeling completely devastated returning to work. 

It took me by shock. I loved my job, loved working, had a great team, I had a career & had plans to advance further in my field. But something was missing, something was wrong, I wasn’t happy. The happiness that filled me before with work had been replaced & tripled with the amount of love I had for my daughter. But I didn’t want to admit that to anyone. After all, women had fought so long & hard to get to a point where they didn’t have to “just stay home & raise the children”. What kind of example would I be setting? What kind of disappointment would I be for all womankind? Yes-I really thought these things. Insert eye roll & spitting out your drink. 

I was ashamed to admit I wanted to be a stay at home mom. (Gasp 😳😫). And why? Because I cared what others thought? Because I knew some people would be disappointed? Why did I care? 

Why-because unfortunately this world has embarked public opinion on everyone & everything & everyone feels so inclined to share their opinions. Many in not so nice a way either. 

I fought this feeling for 12 months. For 12 months, I pushed through each and every day with the hope I would get better, I would feel that love for my job like I used to. I even switched jobs thinking that would help. But nothing helped, I still felt pain every morning leaving & my heart ached to be home with my daughter. 

So I went to the Word & prayed even harder. Prayed differently. Instead of asking God to “make” me love my work again I asked Him to show me His way, His plan for me. I honestly thought it would be a new job or fingers crossed the lottery, a girl can dream. But what God started doing & telling me was not expected. I felt Him calling me to trust in Him, quit my job & stay home. But I was terrified. I had crunched the numbers a million times & we couldn’t do it. I kept praying & He kept leading me to stay at home. Then as He does, He sent someone to me. A volunteer I was interviewing at work one day told me she was a high school journalism teacher & I replied with “that’s cool, I have my degree in broadcast journalism” and her immediate response startled me “would you ever consider teaching?”. I was thrown off, said no & explained I wasn’t certified & then she provided me with more info than I could handle. I put the idea in the back of my mind but didn’t really think about it anymore. 

Fast forward 3 months later, on the day I received word I did not get a job I had interviewed for. I was feeling down, lost. Then a text appeared from that volunteer telling me about teacher openings. I finally stopped and said “ok God, I hear you.” 

I’m currently enrolled in an online alternative teaching certification program, will be taking my content test soon and have been hired on to substitute at some local ISD’s. I finally listened to God, am stepping out in faith & putting my trust in Him. Putting my trust in His plan, not mine. 

His Plans

I’m a Christian and have a strong faith to follow His plans. Let me rephrase that; I try to have a strong faith in following His plans for me. It’s hard because I like to control things. I like having a plan and sticking to it and knowing what the outcome will be, no surprises, no setbacks, it’s safe and secure.

Well, that’s all nice and sounds great however; God is in control and His plans for us cannot be controlled by us. I’m constantly amazed by His plans for me and you would think with all the blessings He has bestowed on me, I would have better faith. But I’m not perfect and I struggle daily with just having faith He will provide. He WILL provide.

He has been talking to me for awhile now and I’ve listened but kinda told Him “I hear you, but it’s not the right time. Just give me another day, month, year.” I have thought He has sent me to where He wanted but I think I have known deep down it’s not what He wanted for me but what I thought I needed for my life. I must have faith but not only that I must act on it.

“In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.” James 2:17

Every time I’ve questioned something major in my life, lacked faith in something, I feel He has sent someone to help me (because He knows how stubborn and impatient I am). I was in an abusive relationship for 7 years and through it all, I had the same best friend. She never called me stupid for staying with my abuser, she never stopped talking to me even when I would shut her out, she never gave up on me. I believe God put her in my life because He knew I would need her and that one day I would listen to her. She met my husband in college and instantly knew he was perfect for me. She tried for 7 years (kinda ironic how long it took and how long I was in that abusive relationship) to set us up. She never said we would be great to date or to just give him a chance, she always said we were going to get married. Well, 7 years later we ended up less than 2 hours from each other and I said yes to a date with him. I said yes to a date with him the week I told my room mate I was going to move back home. Home being 6 hours away. But something pulled at my heart to just say yes, just go on one date.

We just celebrated our 2 year wedding anniversary in July and have an amazing, beautiful 14 month old daughter. That was all His plan, not mine. I had given up on love, on getting married and never thought I would be deserving enough to be a mother; that was my plan. Again, His plans are so much more greater than what I could have imagined.

So now why do I worry so much? I hear Him loud and clear, I feel it in my heart what to do, I know He will provide but I’m still scared. I’m still worried. I’m still doubting my faith and I know that’s wrong. I ask for forgiveness and strength. I ask for reassurance that I’m hearing Him and not just doing what I want, but what He wants for me. But I still worry.

What is His plan for me?

Stay tuned….

 

Here I go…

I’ve started and stopped this blog for years…I started writing my journey as a survivor of domestic violence to a single girl living the life in a new city to planning a wedding to being pregnant to now being a mommy. Every time I would find some excuse to stop.

No more excuses. No more stopping.

I’m stepping out on faith and putting the pencil to paper or in this case, the finger to the keyboard.

I plan to write about my life, maybe you can relate to some or all of it. Maybe it will make you laugh, maybe it will make you cry, maybe you just need to read about what I’m going through and then you realize you are not alone either. We all have our ups and downs. We all go through storms. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone else to be there and say “me too”.

This morning’s devotional had the verse from Jeremiah 17:7-8 and it just pulled at my heart. It made me say do this now. No more excuses, let your voice be heard so here I go…