Monday, November 30, 2009

Be Encouraged

You would think, being that I'm around "Christian" people most of the time, that my friends would be encouraging to me about the future years of life with my child. But no. Instead, it's a normal thing for my ideas about raising children to be chopped apart, and the expectations I have to be ridiculed. However, I am still encouraged in my heart because I have faith that God will guide me every step of the way. It reminds me of similar woes people felt the need to advise my husband and I of before we got married. Thankfully, those turned out to hold no water in the end.

"You'll see." Those are the famous last words of the type of conversations I'm talking about. I was told that I would "see" that the first two years of my marriage would be some of the harder years of my life, I was told I would "see" that I would regret getting married so young, I was told that I would "see" that the infatuation I had with Paul would fade and I would have to hold to only willpower in order to keep my marriage going... and so much more. Why do people feel the need to speak such negativity into someone's life because that's what happened to them? It's not an unrealistic thought to believe that you can have a fairytale marriage and be happily ever after - it's a belief based on faith in God to uphold His promises so long as we obey His commands.

I have had an amazing marriage for the last two and a half years. We hardly ever even disagree, much less fight. Learning to understand each other took some effort, but it has, by far, been the happiest two and a half years of my life. I would not trade one second of it! Of course, there are those who snicker in the background, "Well it's coming. One day you'll see." But I don't care about the "you'll see"s anymore and I encourage anyone out there reading this to feel the same. If God can toss a couple billion stars in the sky, He can keep your marriage happy and amazing all the days of your life.

As for the new "you'll see"s surrounding the birth of my first child... I don't care about them either anymore. Just as I clung to the "unrealistic" hope that God could give me a perfect marriage, I believe that God can help my husband and I to be perfect parents and raise perfect, God-fearing children. I don't believe there is anything wrong with having the highest of expectations, so long as we realize that if there are bumps along the way, we take them with grace and with God leading us over.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

7 Interesting Things About Me...

Odessa listed me in one of her recent posts (Awesome Blogger Award) as the newest blogger she could think of. I have known Odessa and her husband for a while. They live in Romania, and I miss them. Very sweet, very precious, God-loving family. Keep them in your prayers!

So now I have to list seven interesting things about myself, and, I'm assuming, another new blogger at the end. :)

1. I love Jesus Christ, my Lord, unconditionally and with my whole heart. He is my savior, my God, and I try to live my life in service to Him. Second to that, I love my precious family. Only in the last couple years have a really, truly learned the meaning of family and the deep loyalty that comes with that.

2. Since I can remember, I have had a soft spot for animals. Not just, "Aww... that's cute." No, I really love animals. It would be my absolute dream job to own an animal shelter one day. It's ridiculous to some people, but I'm telling you that it touches something deep inside of me when I see or hear of abused or mistreated animals. Thankfully, my husband puts up with this most of the time, lol. We own five dogs - two of which were abused/mistreated. I have also worked with other animals and given them away after they reached a stable point, and raised and released several orphaned squirrel babies.

3. I'm not very good with people. I find myself misunderstood a lot. I'm sure that most of it is because I have a major trust issue - there is always this wall that prevents me from really trusting others until I have known them for a long...long time. My thinking is different from others, especially women, and I just feel out of place.

4. I love the arts. I love to paint and draw, but I hardly ever find the time. For this Christmas, I hope to give paintings as gifts to a few people... don't know if that will happen.

5. To me, writing is the very best way for me to express myself, my imaginations, and my thoughts. I have started several books, but never finished any. One of them nearly novel sized before I stopped writing. I love to write songs. I have probably written around a hundred, and one day I would love to record a CD.

6. For some reason, I find that I enjoy "man" things. LOL. A good football game is a perfect pass time for me, I killed an eight-point whitetail buck out my back door this morning (I'm a great shot with a handgun or shotgun), I will gladly hop in a boat any day to go saltwater or freshwater fishing, and a paintball war gets my heart pumping! (Just to name a few...)

7. Um... I guess the last one can be that I have just really realized over the past month that I am a good photographer. God has given me a talent in that area that I have actually neglected. Recently I got really convicted over that fact and I plan to use that talent instead of burying it.

Well I hope that was interesting enough..! If not, maybe you will like the newest blogger I know of: My sister Nikki's blog "Simple Truth." Goodnight people. :)

Saturday, November 7, 2009

An Introduction of Sorts

    I suppose the best way to start a blog could be to explain who I am and a little history about myself. Recently, my husband and I had a baby - a beautiful little girl we named Kyleigh Ann. Aside from the Lord and my husband, she is basically my life right now.

Photo by Suzanne Plitt

    I am young, only twenty one. As of May, I was married two years to a wonderful man who is my same age. He has been a wonderful husband to me, and my very best friend. We met when we were fifteen years old and have loved each other ever since. It was a highly unlikely match, but God had plans that most everyone couldn't have foreseen.

    I was homeschooled and raised in church my whole life; my husband went to public school and had been raised by good parents gone bad. Make no mistake, they are now the very best in-laws I could ever have asked for. However, when my husband and I met, they were both rehabilitating from drug abuse and had previously abandoned he and his brother. But, that story is for another post.

   Needless to say, the fifteen-year-old boy who walked in my dad's back door one day - slightly overhung, dressed in baggy clothes, and with an I-don't-care-attitude that could have intimidated most anyone - was not the perfect mate my parents had in mind for me to spend the rest of my life with. Although, I suppose I was attracted to the bad-boy air he had about him... and before you know it we were knit at the heart.

    Many trials, God-changes, familial fights, and about a hundred handwritten notes later, my dad walked me down the isle to that bad boy and then married us with no regrets. I now love and respect my husband with such a depth that I am able to submit to his spirit-led leadership every day. He has a heart of gold that no one could have placed in him except Jesus Christ. One day, I will post he and his familys' full testimony for you to read.

Photo by Suzanne Plitt 

About a year and a half ago, my husband was in a really bad accident. For a living, he, his brother, and his dad trim, cut down, and haul off trees. Well, on this particular job in January of 2008, only eight months after we were married, he was pinned and crushed between the cable, that was supposed to protect him, and a large oak tree limb. The accident stretched and tore all the muscles in his upper thighs, fractured his pelvic bone, and left him unable to walk on his own strength for weeks. We became closer through it all, and sober to the reality of how fragile life, and the ability to even have children, can really be. 
    Before the accident, we were pretty sure we wanted to wait a few years to have kids of our own. Two days after the accident, my husband told me that he wanted to start trying to have kids as soon as possible. I was pretty blown away by the notion, and not totally sure I agreed, but the previously mentioned revelation hadn't escaped me. At first, I went into the challenge half-heartedly. I was submitting to my husband and trying to remember the way it felt to be unsure if we would be able to have children. However, months later when it appeared as though we may not be able to have kids after all, God put a desire in my heart that I can hardly explain. I repented for my selfishness and the unwillingness I had harbored in my heart, and began to cry out to the Lord for mercy and the ability to get pregnant. 
    After eight months, countless pregnancy tests, and much prayer, I finally got a plus sign in the local WalMart bathroom (LOL). We kept it a secret for a couple weeks and surprised everyone at church one day. Since then, God has done a lot of work inside of me. I am so thankful that He alone knows exactly what to put us through in order to get us to where we need to be. 

   I hope that you have a clearer picture of me now, and in the future I plan to elaborate on a few things I mentioned here. It's nice to meet you, and I hope you enjoy.