It’s always a little scary to do something new, but when it’s something you’ve been dreaming about and wanting for most of your life… I think it’s okay to be a little scared – as long as you still do what you’ve been dreaming about all along.
It’s been amazing to me all the things that have happened that are making this dream possible. Some of the things I’ve experienced have not exactly been positive – like getting divorced, having my kids be away from me every other week, having to leave the fruits of my home, having my parents gone on a mission while all of this was happening, having seizures, and not being able to drive, dealing with the court system and worrying about money, trying to find and keep jobs, when all I really want was to be able to stay home with my children. There’s been so many hard challenges and things that that have happened that you would wonder how anything good could ever come out of it.
At the same time, I’ve had so many blessings and help from people than I ever could have possibly imagined. God has been working through others to help take care of me, send me love and offer assistance in so many ways that I have needed. Neighbors have kindly given me a home in their basement to live in. They have become my parents, while mine have been away and I will forever be indebted to them! Church members have cared for me and offered me rides and assistance when I was having my seizures and couldn’t take care of myself. So much love was offered when I couldn’t drive and needed so much help from others. My parents were able to Skype with me and help me emotionally as I needed them. My son has been well and happy on his mission. I’m building back trust with my children after a divorce, and things are starting to get a little better. I was given scholarships that allowed me to meet amazing people and receive mentoring that has helped me rediscover who I am. God has been taking care of me financially through jobs and others that he has brought me into contact with. I am making friends with other singles and know there is still hope of future happiness. The greatest blessing is that God is whispering that it’s okay to start sharing my music. It’s finally becoming that “season”.
I remember feeling the call to share my music earlier, but the whispering I kept getting from the spirit was that it wasn’t time yet. I needed to keep my focus on my children. It was frustrating then, I thought I could do both. How grateful I am that I listened and waited. With everything I experienced in the court system, it’s very possible that I might have lost custody of my children had I ignored the prompting. No one can dispute the fact that I was a vigilant, loving mother. My children have always been my priority, and they will continue to be.
I shared my “Beauty Queen” song on a live video on my Facebook page. People liked it and it gave me some courage that it would be okay to start sharing. I feel God’s hand directing my path. He’s got some plan for me, though I’m not exactly sure what it is yet. I was talking with some of my singer/songwriter friends that I used to perform with when my children were very young. We are all in the same type of place, feeling the call to share our music.
We’ve decided to start an inspirational music podcast. We’re going to do it on Facebook live. I’m so excited about it. I’ve always loved performing and sharing the stories behind my songs. It’s even more fun to do it with friends. I think people will like it.
I’d love to invite you to watch it on Facebook. Our first event is Sunday, February 5th. You can watch it from the comfort of your own home. Here’s the link for where to find it: https://www.facebook.com/inspirationalmusicpodcast/
Thanks for being with me on this journey. I so appreciate all your support. Enjoy the music,
This morning, I found myself on the highway in the left hand turn lane, behind a car that had their hazard lights on. I had just seen someone going around them, but hadn’t realized that the left turn signal wasn’t working. I drove up carefully between the car and the busy highway, preparing to make the same left turn around the car without the safety of the light.
As I pulled up, I realized that there was a young women in the car and that I was close enough, I could actually talk to her. l rolled down my window and asked if there was anything I could do to help.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I can’t get my car to start, and I’m not sure what to do.” She told me.
She also mentioned that the light hadn’t changed for over 20 minutes. There were cars backing up behind her. I told her I would try to get some help. My daughter was in the car with me and because our house was not far away from the intersection, we went home first and then called 9-1-1. The dispatcher said she would send someone to help. It felt good to be able to do something. So many times I’ve driven by people on the side of the road and wished I could do something to help. It felt wonderful to be able to help.
This morning, I also had the opportunity to help a refugee learning how to read the English language. It was my first time to go and it was SO much fun. The hour I spent with her flew by. I loved seeing her face light up when she could remember or figure out a word. I’m so excited to keep working with her and be a part of her progress.
I was feeling really good about the experience and loading up my car with the books and activities I had brought, when a man came by the side of my car. He asked if I could help give his car a jump start. It wasn’t a great area of town, but I felt okay about helping him and thought it was interesting that I was having so many opportunities today to serve. I drove over to where his car was parked and tried to figure out how to open up the front hatch. It took us a little while. =)
The man put on the cables and tried to jump the car, but it wouldn’t start. As he tried to push on the gas and get the car going, I could tell that the car was just not in good condition. He was going to need a lot of repairs. I wished I could do something to help, but I knew he was probably going to have to get it taken into the shop. We couldn’t get it started.
I felt bad leaving him like that, but there really wasn’t anything more I could do. Then I realized, there was.
Two days ago, I had one of the best days I’ve ever had. About 8 ladies came over to surprise me wth a special luncheon and a present. One of my good friends had organized a service project for me. Though 8 were there, 20 were involved in the gift. They presented me with a beautiful quilt that had been stitched together with love. Many had donated their time, talents, money and love, moving the quilt from one person to another in order to create the beautiful quilt they had made for me. I was overwhelmed with their kindness. The blanket was put together with my favorite colors and had each of my children’s names embroidered into it. Each of their names were even spelled right. I couldn’t hold back the tears. In a card, they gave me some extra money. They said they had gotten more donations than they had needed to make the quilt. They wanted to give me the extra.
I was so grateful for the blanket, their gift and their love. It’s something I will treasure forever.
This morning, I realized that I still had the extra money in my purse. I wanted to share it with him. I rolled up a few of the larger bills and gave it to him. He thanked me and I wished him well as I got in my car to drive away.
He didn’t see what I gave him, but I was excited to think how surprised he would be when he did see. Maybe it would help.
I drove away with tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to serve!!
Nobody wants to be a “service project”, and it’s no fun to have to serve someone who isn’t appreciative, but if both sides are done with genuine love, it can be one of the happiest experiences ever. That’s not to say it’s easy. It’s been difficult these last two years to let so many people help me, but I’ve needed their help and I’ve been grateful for every bit of it. It’s helped that on occasion, I’ve had people come up to me and afterwards thank me, with tears in their eyes, for the opportunity it was to serve.
Service is a blessing – both to the server and to the one being served. May you look for opportunities to serve, and also let others serve you! I truly believe it’s the best way to true happiness!