Apart from my relationship with God, my husband and children are by far the most important people in my life. My greatest victories, and my most catastrophic defeats have come from this little unit we call family. Nothing else has demonstrated my desperate need for God like holding the titles of wife and mother.
I was married right out of High School to an Airman. Being a military wife satisfied the wanderlust inside my soul. My heart to travel instantly embraced the ever-changing life we lived. A tour in Europe, four different bases, and 7 different homes mapped out our first 20 years of marriage.
Like most moms and wives out there I have a laundry list of regrets and shameful moments I wish could be blotted out of existence. Nevertheless, I’m learning through Christ, life has a way of redeeming even our most ugliest moments. God has me in a constant pursuit of forgetting the past and stretching into the promised future we have in Him.
There is beauty exchanged in the growing pains of family an inner fight to make it work when we’d rather quit. Family is messy, fun, beautiful and scary, but it’s an extravagant example of the grace and love of God when we stay the course. In our family room you’ll find us sharing a movie and pizza on Friday nights, or hanging out in the loft shooting a game of pool.
A Few Final Thoughts…
I wear a few hats… Mentor. Author. Speaker. Wife. Mom and teacher of all things Jesus. But that’s ok, because God and I have an agreement, if He tells me His secrets I get to share them with anyone who will listen. I live for people’s “ah ha” moment in Christ, and all those hats give me a lot of opportunities to see them happen.
When I am not speaking, writing or mentoring you’ll find me sneaking out back without my phone to watch the cows graze on the hill, and absorb the warm sun on my face. Who am I kidding, you’ll probably find me in the kitchen trying to talk myself out of opening that bag of chips.
I have a love/hate relationship with the gym, and believe that 80% of my guilt would be gone if I didn’t have to go. However, I have found new passion in early morning runs when the air is crisp and my to-do list hasn’t woken up yet — it’s my place where God meets me right where I am at and we talk, laugh, dream, and cry together out there on those trails.
I am grateful for the life God‘s given me with my honey of 30 years, our two incredible kids, a sweet dog, sassy cat, and four fat chickens in our NorCal home I affectionately call the Kinder Fake Farm. It’s never perfect, not always easy, but it’s my story and I love living it!