I'm frustrated. I'm mad. I'm upset. I'm losing hope.
In other words, I'm emotional today. I should be 8 months along, preparing for the arrival of our little one. I should be ready to pop, talking excitedly about our little girl or our little boy on the way.
But I'm not. I'm sitting here in tears, because it's another reminder that for some reason, it's not meant to be. And I don't have anyone here to talk to, or to hug me. Now before you sit here and judge, this is MY blog, MY thoughts, MY emotions. If you can't deal, don't read. I can write whatever I feel, and today this is what I feel.
Now don't get me wrong, I am a part of a wonderful support group, and I love the ladies in there so much. They have been there. Are there. They understand.
I am feeling so many emotions today. And I know why. It's mid July, and July and August are the worst months. July is a certain persons birthday, and August is the month my dad died, and his birthday, and my birthday.
I hate being so emotional, and vulnerable. I HATE IT. I HATE that I cry so easily, that I can't seem to be happy with what I have, I have to have more. I hate that I can't work in the nursery at my church, because it takes everything in me not to burst into tears when I hold a baby in my arms... I hate that right now my parenthood depends on some frigging classes and someone coming in my home to see if I'm "fit to parent" ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME??? Do you NOT see my heart? Do you not know that I frequently cry myself to sleep because of that ache, that longing that deep desire?
I try so hard to remain positive, to be strong, because I know that's who people say I am. Well I'm not. I'm not positive, I'm not strong. I am so weak, and so lost. I have little hope, little faith. I just don't know how to keep going.
**side note....I'm not suicidal. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the hope of parenthood, and adopting/conceiving***
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Hard to Let Go
I find that sometimes in life, we are told to let go. Trust. Take that leap of faith. I remember being a kid, and I was in swimming lessons. I was absolutely terrified of the water, and hated getting my face wet. (can you say diva??) I remember in order to pass the yellow class, we had to jump in the deep end and let our swimming instructor catch us. Uh hello? You mean I have to get my face wet? What if she doesn't catch me? Needless to say, I failed the yellow class. I was very upset. But determined. That summer, my dad took me swimming. Again, he was in the deep end, and he told me to jump, trust him, he'll catch me. I jumped and he caught me! That following year, I passed the yellow class with flying colours.
Why that illustration? Because I think in life we are told to let go, and take that leap. Let go of something we so desperately want to cling on to, that plan we have for our lives, when all God wants to do is take control. I look back on my life, and see how so many times God was whispering "Let go. Trust me. Take that leap." And how so many times, like the child on the edge of the deep end, chose not to jump. How much I missed out on, because I didn't trust. But. I also reflect on the times I DID jump, and trust God, and how it worked in my life. Marrying Jonathan, moving up north, and now adopting.
I have to say, this decision to adopt is a very hard one. It means no longer trying to conceive, no longer anticipating that dreaded two week wait from ovulating to possible pregnancy. Not being able to go to ultrasounds, or feeling kicks. Not carrying a child and having people ask "When are you due?" I'll be honest. I don't want to let go. I don't want to take this leap of faith, but I know I have to. I know this is the journey that God has laid out for my life, and out there somewhere is a little boy or girl just waiting to be loved.
People say that it takes a huge heart to want to adopt. They're right. But it takes an even bigger FAITH to trust that God's plans are the best plans. In a society where we want to take control, it's so hard to give that up and say "Here Lord, take my life, take control" Part of us wants to add "but let me do it my way, and if that doesn't work, then you can take control" I sit here today broken hearted, yet hopeful. I'm broken hearted because I know that it's not in God's plans to conceive...YET. I know it's in his will to adopt our first child. As broken hearted as I am, I am so blessed and honoured that I am chosen to be an adoptive mother. I am so blessed to be married to someone who was adopted and understands what our child will be going through, and relate. It's something that is very humbling, yet heartbreaking. I know for now, I have to let go of the desire to be pregnant, and turn that desire to do what God wants for my life.
Like the scripture says "Delight yourself in the Lord; and he will give you the desires of your heart" Psalm 37:4
I think I'm ready to jump.
Why that illustration? Because I think in life we are told to let go, and take that leap. Let go of something we so desperately want to cling on to, that plan we have for our lives, when all God wants to do is take control. I look back on my life, and see how so many times God was whispering "Let go. Trust me. Take that leap." And how so many times, like the child on the edge of the deep end, chose not to jump. How much I missed out on, because I didn't trust. But. I also reflect on the times I DID jump, and trust God, and how it worked in my life. Marrying Jonathan, moving up north, and now adopting.
I have to say, this decision to adopt is a very hard one. It means no longer trying to conceive, no longer anticipating that dreaded two week wait from ovulating to possible pregnancy. Not being able to go to ultrasounds, or feeling kicks. Not carrying a child and having people ask "When are you due?" I'll be honest. I don't want to let go. I don't want to take this leap of faith, but I know I have to. I know this is the journey that God has laid out for my life, and out there somewhere is a little boy or girl just waiting to be loved.
People say that it takes a huge heart to want to adopt. They're right. But it takes an even bigger FAITH to trust that God's plans are the best plans. In a society where we want to take control, it's so hard to give that up and say "Here Lord, take my life, take control" Part of us wants to add "but let me do it my way, and if that doesn't work, then you can take control" I sit here today broken hearted, yet hopeful. I'm broken hearted because I know that it's not in God's plans to conceive...YET. I know it's in his will to adopt our first child. As broken hearted as I am, I am so blessed and honoured that I am chosen to be an adoptive mother. I am so blessed to be married to someone who was adopted and understands what our child will be going through, and relate. It's something that is very humbling, yet heartbreaking. I know for now, I have to let go of the desire to be pregnant, and turn that desire to do what God wants for my life.
Like the scripture says "Delight yourself in the Lord; and he will give you the desires of your heart" Psalm 37:4
I think I'm ready to jump.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Dreams
This morning I had a dream. Jonathan and I were out on the lake, and we were canoeing. The weather was perfect, and the water was very calm. On the other side of the lake, was a little child, I'd say about 2-3 tops. I couldn't see if it was a boy or girl, but it was calling out to us, "Mommy, Daddy!" We started to paddle towards the child, and the water started getting choppier, and the wind had started to pick up. Clouds came rolling in, and it was so dark, we couldn't see in front of us. It was pouring rain, and we were struggling against the waves. I was calling out to the child "Mommy and daddy are coming, just hold on." "mommy daddy, I need you" We started to paddle harder, and no matter what, the wind kept pushing us back. All of a sudden, there was another weight on the back of the boat, as someone just sat down. In a soft soothing voice he spoke "give me the paddles, let me take control" Jonathan and I turned around and handed him the paddles. At once, the water calmed, the clouds cleared and the sun started shinning. In the sky, I could see a rainbow as bright as can be. We sat back and were paddled to shore, where the little child was. (I still couldn't see the gender) Jonathan and I rushed to the child and picked it up and hugged and held the child. As I turned to thank the other person in the boat, he just sat in the back and whispered, "Let me control the boat, and it'll be okay"
Sunday, July 7, 2013
My Journey
It's been a little over a year that Jonathan and I have been trying to conceive. We have had no such luck.(don't get me wrong, the trying is still fun!) After some disappointing negative home pregnancy tests, 2 chemical pregnancies and people around us popping out babies like there was no tomorrow (I still love you all) we sat down and started to discuss our next steps in starting a family. We decided that we would look into adopting. Let me just start by saying that choosing adoption is no easy task. It's not like picking out what you're going to wear, or what to make for supper. It takes a lot of thought, a lot of discussion, and in our case a lot of prayer.
We started our process in Hamilton through CAS, and went to an information session. They basically tell you about the many steps involved in adoption, and all the paperwork involved. The paperwork is: medical reports, family history questionnaires, home safety checklists, criminal record checks, vulnerable screening tests, and financial information. We had completed our paperwork in Hamilton, and were waiting to hear about the PRIDE training sessions, which is 8 weeks of parenting classes, teaching you about how to be an adoptive parent (to generalize) Basically, you need the PRIDE training before you can really do anything. There are also 3 home studies involved, the initial meet and greet, meeting us separately, and the final home study before the child is placed in the home. This seems like it's easy and takes no time, but in Hamilton we had to wait about a YEAR before we could even start the PRIDE training. I was discouraged. THEN, we moved.
Here in Huntsville, we started our adoption process through the Muskoka CAS in mid September. Early October, we met with our social worker who did the initial home study. I was so nervous I barely slept the night before. We had a lot of questions to answer (the key one being "Why do you want to adopt?) and it was a lot of information to take in. Our next phase was to start in January, which would have been the PRIDE training, but at that time, we didn't think that we were ready to adopt, or that it was our journey. So, we put that on hold and continued to try to conceive naturally.
We tried from mid October and said we'd give it until the end of July, and if nothing happens, we'll look back into adopting. In November, we had a chemical pregnancy which is another way of saying an early miscarriage. A chemical is a miscarriage before a heartbeat can be detected, usually happens about 2-4 weeks pregnant. While I was devastated, I was hopeful since this meant we could get pregnant, and surely by that God wants us to keep trying. So, of course we kept trying. I took folic acid, pre-natal vitamins, tracked my days, and basically it became a chore rather than an intimate time with my husband. In March, we got another positive test, and a few days later, we had another loss. While we were still praying about what God's plan was, we decided to go forward with fertility testing to really SEE if we could conceive. So, Jonathan did his "boy test" and I did my girl test, and everything came back normal. Again I was happy, because this meant we could get pregnant. About a month ago, I've started to think about adopting again. I started wondering if maybe I really was meant to adopt. I thought about it more, and started praying about it more, and the more I thought about it, and the more I prayed about it, the more at peace and content I became with the idea. I shared the idea with Jonathan, and he was so happy to see I had finally "come around" and could see what he was trying to say all this time.
I'll say this. Adopting isn't for the flighty or the impatient (a thing I'm working on) You have to want to adopt, knowing that although this child is yours, it's not entirely "yours". You have to know and understand especially with a CAS child, there are going to be obstacles in raising that child, and they may require extra time, patience, love and compassion. There's a lot of prayer and preparation involved. Maybe that's why it takes a while from the time you submit the application to having the child placed.
I've decided to start this blog because I want to enlighten people about the journey of adoption. I don't think a lot of people know what it takes to adopt. We see celebrities on TV adopting all the time, and it seems so easy *cough cough brangelina cough cough* Maybe for them it is. I know for Jonathan and I, it's far from it, but I know in the end it will be the most rewarding experience of our lives.
So I ask this my dear readers: if you're the praying type, please pray for us. We feel this is the path God has lined for us. (not that we won't still enjoy the other thing haha) Right now we don't care how long it takes, we have handed everything over to God, and know it's in His time, not ours. If you're not the praying type, then please think happy thoughts for us. I hope to keep you all updated the best I can.
We started our process in Hamilton through CAS, and went to an information session. They basically tell you about the many steps involved in adoption, and all the paperwork involved. The paperwork is: medical reports, family history questionnaires, home safety checklists, criminal record checks, vulnerable screening tests, and financial information. We had completed our paperwork in Hamilton, and were waiting to hear about the PRIDE training sessions, which is 8 weeks of parenting classes, teaching you about how to be an adoptive parent (to generalize) Basically, you need the PRIDE training before you can really do anything. There are also 3 home studies involved, the initial meet and greet, meeting us separately, and the final home study before the child is placed in the home. This seems like it's easy and takes no time, but in Hamilton we had to wait about a YEAR before we could even start the PRIDE training. I was discouraged. THEN, we moved.
Here in Huntsville, we started our adoption process through the Muskoka CAS in mid September. Early October, we met with our social worker who did the initial home study. I was so nervous I barely slept the night before. We had a lot of questions to answer (the key one being "Why do you want to adopt?) and it was a lot of information to take in. Our next phase was to start in January, which would have been the PRIDE training, but at that time, we didn't think that we were ready to adopt, or that it was our journey. So, we put that on hold and continued to try to conceive naturally.
We tried from mid October and said we'd give it until the end of July, and if nothing happens, we'll look back into adopting. In November, we had a chemical pregnancy which is another way of saying an early miscarriage. A chemical is a miscarriage before a heartbeat can be detected, usually happens about 2-4 weeks pregnant. While I was devastated, I was hopeful since this meant we could get pregnant, and surely by that God wants us to keep trying. So, of course we kept trying. I took folic acid, pre-natal vitamins, tracked my days, and basically it became a chore rather than an intimate time with my husband. In March, we got another positive test, and a few days later, we had another loss. While we were still praying about what God's plan was, we decided to go forward with fertility testing to really SEE if we could conceive. So, Jonathan did his "boy test" and I did my girl test, and everything came back normal. Again I was happy, because this meant we could get pregnant. About a month ago, I've started to think about adopting again. I started wondering if maybe I really was meant to adopt. I thought about it more, and started praying about it more, and the more I thought about it, and the more I prayed about it, the more at peace and content I became with the idea. I shared the idea with Jonathan, and he was so happy to see I had finally "come around" and could see what he was trying to say all this time.
I'll say this. Adopting isn't for the flighty or the impatient (a thing I'm working on) You have to want to adopt, knowing that although this child is yours, it's not entirely "yours". You have to know and understand especially with a CAS child, there are going to be obstacles in raising that child, and they may require extra time, patience, love and compassion. There's a lot of prayer and preparation involved. Maybe that's why it takes a while from the time you submit the application to having the child placed.
I've decided to start this blog because I want to enlighten people about the journey of adoption. I don't think a lot of people know what it takes to adopt. We see celebrities on TV adopting all the time, and it seems so easy *cough cough brangelina cough cough* Maybe for them it is. I know for Jonathan and I, it's far from it, but I know in the end it will be the most rewarding experience of our lives.
So I ask this my dear readers: if you're the praying type, please pray for us. We feel this is the path God has lined for us. (not that we won't still enjoy the other thing haha) Right now we don't care how long it takes, we have handed everything over to God, and know it's in His time, not ours. If you're not the praying type, then please think happy thoughts for us. I hope to keep you all updated the best I can.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Reflection
I know this is to be a blog regarding my weight loss, but I feel like I have something else on my heart to share.
I've been doing a lot of reflecting on this past year. I guess it all started on Wednesday when I made a joke to my husband about his spending habits (or lack thereof) he replied "we didn't ever have the money to spend. I guess that's where the reflecting started. This past year has shown us a lot of ups and downs a lot of tears and laughter, but through it all, God has been there for us, preparing us, and leading us.
I remember back in June when things got really bad for us. We were both struggling in our jobs, living paycheck to paycheck (barely at times) and feeling stressed and depressed. Then Jonathan's grandma died. That in itself was bittersweet. She was old, (in her 90's) lived and incredible life, and was a believer. We know she's now reunited with Grandpa, but the loss was still hard for us. A week after that I got into a car accident and totaled our charger. Did I mention that we still owed a lot on our car loan? Talk about a kick in the pants. I grew angry/frustrated/depressed/hopeless/discouraged. I had a hard time praying, asking God for help. Instead I would ask what was next. I asked why He was testing us, what more did He want? I knew the answer. He wanted all of me. Every part of my life, my hopes, my dreams, my fears, failures. All of it. He wanted me to be patient and trust Him. So, I swallowed my pride and started to pray differently. I thanked Him for things that haven't happened in my life yet, and found at least one thing to be thankful for, amidst all of the things happening around us. In the meantime, we were asking God for clear direction as to where He wanted us and what He wanted us to do. We were crying out in desperation to God. Giving everything over to Him.
Well let me tell you when God answers prayer, He ANSWERS prayer! Within a time of about a month, Jonathan applied for a job, got two interviews, a job offer, we found a place, and moved.
We've been here 3.5 months. And it's been incredible how God is supplying all our needs and providing for us. We are so incredibly blessed and thankful. But we know it's all because of being obedient and faithful to a God who is faithful.
I've been doing a lot of reflecting on this past year. I guess it all started on Wednesday when I made a joke to my husband about his spending habits (or lack thereof) he replied "we didn't ever have the money to spend. I guess that's where the reflecting started. This past year has shown us a lot of ups and downs a lot of tears and laughter, but through it all, God has been there for us, preparing us, and leading us.
I remember back in June when things got really bad for us. We were both struggling in our jobs, living paycheck to paycheck (barely at times) and feeling stressed and depressed. Then Jonathan's grandma died. That in itself was bittersweet. She was old, (in her 90's) lived and incredible life, and was a believer. We know she's now reunited with Grandpa, but the loss was still hard for us. A week after that I got into a car accident and totaled our charger. Did I mention that we still owed a lot on our car loan? Talk about a kick in the pants. I grew angry/frustrated/depressed/hopeless/discouraged. I had a hard time praying, asking God for help. Instead I would ask what was next. I asked why He was testing us, what more did He want? I knew the answer. He wanted all of me. Every part of my life, my hopes, my dreams, my fears, failures. All of it. He wanted me to be patient and trust Him. So, I swallowed my pride and started to pray differently. I thanked Him for things that haven't happened in my life yet, and found at least one thing to be thankful for, amidst all of the things happening around us. In the meantime, we were asking God for clear direction as to where He wanted us and what He wanted us to do. We were crying out in desperation to God. Giving everything over to Him.
Well let me tell you when God answers prayer, He ANSWERS prayer! Within a time of about a month, Jonathan applied for a job, got two interviews, a job offer, we found a place, and moved.
We've been here 3.5 months. And it's been incredible how God is supplying all our needs and providing for us. We are so incredibly blessed and thankful. But we know it's all because of being obedient and faithful to a God who is faithful.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
A New Stanley?
Okay so I know that most of you who read this blog (if anyone actually does) are probably expecting a weight update, but I feel I need to write this instead. I will write another blog about my weight process either later tonight or tomorrow. But what I'm about to write is on my heart, and I feel I need to share.
One of the hardest things about moving and being a Christian, is finding a new church. Our old church both Jonathan and I were quite involved. We attended bible studies, were on the worship team, and I helped with the Children's Ministry. I'm not saying this to toot my horn by any means, I am saying that I loved my church and was invested in it. My old church is small. But is it ever warm and welcoming. It's so different than any other church I went to. No judgement, no weird glances, no fake smiles, no ignoring, no cliques. They are very involved in the community, helping out with the Locke street festival (that darn slide!!!), All-Saints night, Mom to Mom sales, even praying for the streets int the surrounding neighbourhood. When Jon and I first went, one of the girls my age (who is now one of my closest friends) came up to me after service and said "Hi I'm Heather, who are you?" From there she invited us out to lunch with the other people our age (who again are some of our closest friends). I miss Stanley Avenue Baptist.
Anyway, we've been here in Huntsville (Ontario, not Alabama) for just over 2 months. We've been looking for a new home church. As hard as I'm trying not to, I do compare it to Stanley. We've so far gone to three churches in the past two months, and the one I feel like I could fit in is the last one we went to. As of right now, I'm not going to mention the church names but I will say how I felt. The one church we first went to was big. I felt very out of place, and almost uncomfortable. The first service, nobody said anything to us. We left, and I was discouraged, but willing to give it another try. The following week, we went to another church since Jonathan had friends who attend there. Well, again I felt out of place and uncomfortable. It was a big church, but not as big as the other. This one I didn't like. I felt as though the Pastor was preaching AT me, as opposed to TO me. After the service, we looked for Jon's friends, but couldn't find them.Again, nobody said anything to us. This bothered me to no end. Here are new people, obviously standing there looking a little out of place, and nobody even said as much as 'hi' to us. Did I mention I miss Stanley? Well, we decided to try the first place again, since it was the closest to us, and service started at 11. (yay for sleeping in on Sunday) The second time we went, one of the ushers (older gentleman, I'd say late 60's) noticed we were new, and greeted us. He took our names and numbers and after service invited us out to lunch with his wife and 2 other couples. I thought to myself, "this is nice, we're finally going to meet some new people, and maybe we can make this our church" But that's as far as we got with that. As nice as those couples were, we STILL haven't met anyone our age. We continued to go, and still nobody said hi to us, or introduced themselves to us.
This past Thanksgiving, we went back to Burlington to visit Jonathan's parents, and went back to Stanley. I was almost overcome with a sense of defeat and sadness, with how much I truly missed this church, and how I didn't think we would find a church here in Huntsville.We expressed our concern to Jonathan's dad, and he mentioned another church that was a little smaller, but it was good. So this past Sunday, we went there. It is a smaller church, but it was a sweet church (if that makes sense). People said good morning to us, greeted us, and after service people came up to talk to us. The Pastor came out to talk to us (he knew Jon's dad, who is also a pastor) and was genuinely happy to see us there. We filled out a visitor card, and later that afternoon, I had a voicemail from one of the girls inviting us to the young adults group this upcoming Wednesday. She sounded genuinely excited to see us that Sunday, and she really seemed like she wants us to come out on Wednesday. So, we're going to go and check it out. I'm actually really excited about it too. I really hope and pray this will be our new Stanley.
But to my family at Stanley, no other church can replace you at all.
One of the hardest things about moving and being a Christian, is finding a new church. Our old church both Jonathan and I were quite involved. We attended bible studies, were on the worship team, and I helped with the Children's Ministry. I'm not saying this to toot my horn by any means, I am saying that I loved my church and was invested in it. My old church is small. But is it ever warm and welcoming. It's so different than any other church I went to. No judgement, no weird glances, no fake smiles, no ignoring, no cliques. They are very involved in the community, helping out with the Locke street festival (that darn slide!!!), All-Saints night, Mom to Mom sales, even praying for the streets int the surrounding neighbourhood. When Jon and I first went, one of the girls my age (who is now one of my closest friends) came up to me after service and said "Hi I'm Heather, who are you?" From there she invited us out to lunch with the other people our age (who again are some of our closest friends). I miss Stanley Avenue Baptist.
Anyway, we've been here in Huntsville (Ontario, not Alabama) for just over 2 months. We've been looking for a new home church. As hard as I'm trying not to, I do compare it to Stanley. We've so far gone to three churches in the past two months, and the one I feel like I could fit in is the last one we went to. As of right now, I'm not going to mention the church names but I will say how I felt. The one church we first went to was big. I felt very out of place, and almost uncomfortable. The first service, nobody said anything to us. We left, and I was discouraged, but willing to give it another try. The following week, we went to another church since Jonathan had friends who attend there. Well, again I felt out of place and uncomfortable. It was a big church, but not as big as the other. This one I didn't like. I felt as though the Pastor was preaching AT me, as opposed to TO me. After the service, we looked for Jon's friends, but couldn't find them.Again, nobody said anything to us. This bothered me to no end. Here are new people, obviously standing there looking a little out of place, and nobody even said as much as 'hi' to us. Did I mention I miss Stanley? Well, we decided to try the first place again, since it was the closest to us, and service started at 11. (yay for sleeping in on Sunday) The second time we went, one of the ushers (older gentleman, I'd say late 60's) noticed we were new, and greeted us. He took our names and numbers and after service invited us out to lunch with his wife and 2 other couples. I thought to myself, "this is nice, we're finally going to meet some new people, and maybe we can make this our church" But that's as far as we got with that. As nice as those couples were, we STILL haven't met anyone our age. We continued to go, and still nobody said hi to us, or introduced themselves to us.
This past Thanksgiving, we went back to Burlington to visit Jonathan's parents, and went back to Stanley. I was almost overcome with a sense of defeat and sadness, with how much I truly missed this church, and how I didn't think we would find a church here in Huntsville.We expressed our concern to Jonathan's dad, and he mentioned another church that was a little smaller, but it was good. So this past Sunday, we went there. It is a smaller church, but it was a sweet church (if that makes sense). People said good morning to us, greeted us, and after service people came up to talk to us. The Pastor came out to talk to us (he knew Jon's dad, who is also a pastor) and was genuinely happy to see us there. We filled out a visitor card, and later that afternoon, I had a voicemail from one of the girls inviting us to the young adults group this upcoming Wednesday. She sounded genuinely excited to see us that Sunday, and she really seemed like she wants us to come out on Wednesday. So, we're going to go and check it out. I'm actually really excited about it too. I really hope and pray this will be our new Stanley.
But to my family at Stanley, no other church can replace you at all.
Monday, October 8, 2012
A New Beginning
This past weekend was Canadian Thanksgiving. I love this time of year. I love the fall colours, the smell in the air, time with family, and of course Thanksgiving turkey dinner with all the trimmings. (My mother-in-laws stuffing is one of the things I most look forward to) I also love Thanksgiving because it gives me a chance to really think about what I'm thankful for, and go into specifics.
This year, I am particularly thankful for new beginnings. I am so thankful that I have a God who loves me, and has my life planned out before I was even born. I also love that I have a God who answers our prayers, and pulls us out of our valleys. A few months ago, my husband and I were in a valley. We were in a time of desperation, almost at the end of our rope. We prayed and cried out to God for a change, a new beginning. And boy did He provide! Within the time span of 3 weeks, my hubby had 2 interviews, a job offer, and we found a new place and moved 3 hours north. We thank God everyday for this blessing, and we are so beyond grateful that He has answered our prayer, and shown us His plan for us all at the same time. We have a new place with an amazing view, Jonathan has a new job that he loves, and we're in a better place within our marriage. We're happier, more relaxed, and just in a word....thankful.
This year, I am particularly thankful for new beginnings. I am so thankful that I have a God who loves me, and has my life planned out before I was even born. I also love that I have a God who answers our prayers, and pulls us out of our valleys. A few months ago, my husband and I were in a valley. We were in a time of desperation, almost at the end of our rope. We prayed and cried out to God for a change, a new beginning. And boy did He provide! Within the time span of 3 weeks, my hubby had 2 interviews, a job offer, and we found a new place and moved 3 hours north. We thank God everyday for this blessing, and we are so beyond grateful that He has answered our prayer, and shown us His plan for us all at the same time. We have a new place with an amazing view, Jonathan has a new job that he loves, and we're in a better place within our marriage. We're happier, more relaxed, and just in a word....thankful.
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