My Memoir
From my earliest memories, I recall living in Broomfield, Colorado, in view of the beautiful Rocky Mountains. I could see those snow-topped peaks from our front yard and I often gazed at them longingly. There was something about their majesty that drew my attention. Those mountains were a part of me and I often referred to them as “my mountains,” even from a very young age, because I felt so energized by their beauty.
On those rare occasions when we actually went up into the mountains, I felt as if I was in heaven. Every part of me was on alert. I sat near a window in our car and soaked in every tree, every rock, every detail I could find. I dreamed of living on a mountain one day with just me and my horse. I was intrigued by the caves, mesmerized by the smells of dirt and pine, and intoxicated by the views. I wanted to stay in those mountains forever and let their beauty sustain me.
In reality, our family lived in a small beige house on a long road with only three neighbors. We were on the end. Our homesteads were separated from each other by fields on every side. We were all surrounded by miles of farmland in every direction. It was a quiet, serene place to live.
But my life didn't stay quiet. From my early years, I learned first-hand what loss felt like. That grew into loneliness, despair, and anger as I was ripped from the loving arms of my family into a desolate wasteland. At least that's how I looked at it then. Fear was the overarching emotion for most of my life. Fear of what would happen to me next. But looking back on it now, seeing what God has done through it all, I learned some mighty strong lessons. I learned things I should have done differently. Ways I should have thought differently. But I also learned what God can do with a yielded heart.
I'm writing it all down. What happened, what the people in my life did, how I responded, and the lessons God taught me. My story is a gripping tale with twists and turns you won't expect. But it is full of grace, hope, and triumph with a little laughter here and there. Truly, it is God's story of what He did in me.
I'm attempting to tell it in a way that will encourage and enlighten others, so they can see what I did wrong and learn from my mistakes. But it is difficult to know how the Lord wants me to tell it. I struggle with choosing what to put in and what to leave out. If you would like to partner with me and pray for me, or follow along and get monthly updates, sign up to receive my newsletter. I'll keep you posted on how it's going and how you can pray for me. Together, we can create something that will bring glory to the Lord and change lives for eternity.
On those rare occasions when we actually went up into the mountains, I felt as if I was in heaven. Every part of me was on alert. I sat near a window in our car and soaked in every tree, every rock, every detail I could find. I dreamed of living on a mountain one day with just me and my horse. I was intrigued by the caves, mesmerized by the smells of dirt and pine, and intoxicated by the views. I wanted to stay in those mountains forever and let their beauty sustain me.
In reality, our family lived in a small beige house on a long road with only three neighbors. We were on the end. Our homesteads were separated from each other by fields on every side. We were all surrounded by miles of farmland in every direction. It was a quiet, serene place to live.
But my life didn't stay quiet. From my early years, I learned first-hand what loss felt like. That grew into loneliness, despair, and anger as I was ripped from the loving arms of my family into a desolate wasteland. At least that's how I looked at it then. Fear was the overarching emotion for most of my life. Fear of what would happen to me next. But looking back on it now, seeing what God has done through it all, I learned some mighty strong lessons. I learned things I should have done differently. Ways I should have thought differently. But I also learned what God can do with a yielded heart.
I'm writing it all down. What happened, what the people in my life did, how I responded, and the lessons God taught me. My story is a gripping tale with twists and turns you won't expect. But it is full of grace, hope, and triumph with a little laughter here and there. Truly, it is God's story of what He did in me.
I'm attempting to tell it in a way that will encourage and enlighten others, so they can see what I did wrong and learn from my mistakes. But it is difficult to know how the Lord wants me to tell it. I struggle with choosing what to put in and what to leave out. If you would like to partner with me and pray for me, or follow along and get monthly updates, sign up to receive my newsletter. I'll keep you posted on how it's going and how you can pray for me. Together, we can create something that will bring glory to the Lord and change lives for eternity.
