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I am thankful for the time that it took me to get the place where I accepted and really loved myself. I don’t think I realized how hard I have been on myself over the years. I wasted a lot of time wanting to be like someone else - thinner, cooler, bolder, more confident, neater, more creative, and less hysterical.
Twenty years ago in April, my husband and I went to Moscow to adopt a beautiful little Russian girl, Natasha. The trip and the adoption changed the trajectory of our lives. I had a baby boy more than 10 years prior, who was happy and healthy and the joy of our lives.
After 33 years of marriage, my husband left me and moved in with another woman. I was left single and very alone. At the time, it felt like my life was over, I was rejected. What surprised me about this time was how real the presence of God became to me as I experienced Him as my husband. I
The truth about God that was revealed to me is that He is my Heavenly Father.
The first representation of God is your earthly father. My father was a wounded man who womanized, drank, was angry, and gave his love conditionally. So growing up I had learned to live a performance-oriented life.
To be honest, there have only been two or three moments in my life when I felt CERTAIN that what I was doing, I was created to do. The first was when I discovered that God had made me a teacher. The second, is when I learned that God had made me a Mommy. A Mother. Those were the two times that I felt so confident in every move and situation, confident that if I didn’t know the answer I could find it.
I thought I was the perfect mother. My son ate well as a baby. He slept well as a baby. He rarely cried as a baby. Clearly, I had figured out the magic of motherhood. Why was everyone else complaining that parenting was so hard? As he grew, I noticed that my son didn't say very much at all. He wasn't developing as quickly as other children. I was concerned.
God is my Provider. I always knew that He was a Provider, but I never fully acknowledged that for myself. I first discovered this nearly four years ago when I was going through a painful season in my marriage. The transition from being married to a divorced single parent caused financial hardship in my life.
Over the past 3 years, I have slowly come to realize that I was made to create. You would think this one would have been easy for me to realize because I have always been artistically talented. However, it wasn’t. I spent many years wanting to be someone else. Smarter. More athletic. More buttoned up.
by Kimberly Amici
You don’t have to be a writer to share your story nor do you need a large platform. There are everyday opportunities to influence others with what you have experienced. Whether it’s a brief encounter with a stranger while waiting in line, or a friend who finally opens up over coffee, your story can encourage, heal, restore, refresh and demonstrate the fullness of God.
By Micalagh Beckwith Moritz
As we enter a new year, 2016, I reflect on 2015, the year you were born. It has been a time of upheaval in our society - so many major issues are being questioned and re-examined - from race, to sexuality, to religion, to basic rights, to the earth we depend on for our life and sustenance.