A Brief History of Time…

Before I can tell you about my day-to-day life in the present, I think it’s best to give you a “brief” history of who I am. This will definitely be one of my longer posts but I promise to keep it brief and fill in the blanks later.

I grew up in rural Louisiana as part of a working-class family. I’ve had very little handed to me and I worked for most things I have today. Just as my parents did and their parents before them. Confession: I sometimes judge (correction: envythose who come from wealthy families and have lots of nice things, a wonderful childhood and a rosy past. 

With that said, there is nothing I regret about my past. I have made lots of mistakes and I have had a lot of pain in my past BUT I have lots of joy, lessons learned and a journey unlike any other. I am happy to be who I am today. And my past, my childhood and my family shaped that person.
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Ok, where to start?

I guess the most important thing you should know about me is that I love God. I love Jesus. So much. You can call me a convert. You can call me “reformed.” But I am so thankful for the grace that God has given me. Because without it, I’d just be a mess. I became a Christian in college at LSU. This past February marked my 10 year anniversary of being baptized in the Gulf of Mexico. I grew up in a family of believers but had never really understood or believed in needed God until after my freshman year in college. I could fill up an entire book of the stories of my past and maybe from time to time I will share them but for now, I don’t want to dwell on them since I’m just providing an overview in this post. So without further ado… 

I was born on what I’d like to believe was a cool day in March. The flowers were blooming and the breeze felt cool on your face. I’m sure that’s not what my mom was thinking (2 weeks overdue and in labor) but because of her, March is my favorite month of the year.

When I was 2, my dad had an accident which shaped our family in more ways that I could tell you in this one post. In 3rd grade, I had to get glasses and my world is forever changed with the fear of not being able to see! (I still worry when I wake up and can’t find my glasses on my night stand.) I had a pretty normal elementary school childhood. I was afraid of losing friends a lot but I didn’t experience the true meaning of “mean girls” until middle school. (Remind me to tell you about my first day of 6th grade.)

The year I turned 13, I had my first love and my first heartbreak. And until the age of 23, you can measure my past in a decade of “looking for love in all the wrong places.” Yet again, here is another post for another time. (It’s nice to have an idea of what to post next.)

When I was 18, my friend killed himself. My first semester of LSU and my first male friend who was just a friend. It happened a week after a conversation where we both confessed that we didn’t believe in God. I never got the chance to get to know him more than what I could find out in the first few months of college (for both of us) but that life event changed me forever.

By the following summer, I had found a campus ministry and started attending regular bible study with the female campus minister, Ann. (Remind me to tell you my Angel story.) I was baptized at 19 and got my first tattoo in the same month. My time at LSU was spent trying to figure out who I was. I could summarize those 4.5 years with stories of wild oats, late nights, good friends, loving Jesus and lots of learning moments (inside & out of the classroom).

In 2005, Hurricane Katrina hit Louisiana. I will have to reflect on that experience later but I will say that I’m “thankful” that the storm set me on a very different journey than the one I had planned. In 2006, I relocated to Asheville, NC and moved in with my sister, her husband and 2 boys. And I left 3 great loves in Louisiana. I became more serious about my relationship with God. I took a year off from dating (another blog post idea). And I learned to be alone.

I haven’t mentioned yet but my jobs have always defined me in a way, mostly through pride. I am proud that I have worked since I was 16 years old. I’m proud that I worked 25-40 hours a week during most semesters of LSU. I am proud that I have been a manager, a columnist and a graphic designer all before I was 25 years old.

With that said, it was a “job change” that brought me to where I’m at today. In 2007, I quit my job at a newspaper to go to seminary. (Another great story.) On the first day, I met my (soon-to-be) husband and started a new chapter of my life. My decision to quit the advertising cubicle business was so that I could pursue ministry. I’ve always wanted to be an author. I’ve always felt like God’s given me the life I have so that I can tell others about it.  And I guess this is just the start of that part of my journey…

Afterall, I’ve never really enjoyed reading fiction. Memoirs are my favorite reading material.

After seminary, I got my masters. I had Jack (5 days prior to graduation). And I became a stay-at-home mom. The best job I’ve ever had in my life. 

And that’s about it for now. No regrets here. I’m just happy to share a little piece of me with you. Stay tuned for more.

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