Trying To Look Like Jesus

  Fifteen years ago today, on a Saturday night before Memorial day, I was a hopeful, but nervous wreck.  Mike was invited by pastor Cashman to visit Faith Baptist Church with us, his family. He went to see the pastor because he wanted to know if God would be ok with divorcing me. Yup, it was bad. Our marriage was broken beyond repair (so I thought).  The next day, we went to church and after finding where the children would go for the morning, we attended our first adult Sunday school class. I was still a nervous​ wreck, not really knowing what to expect. After Sunday school, we headed into the sanctuary for service. The people there were warm and friendly. I felt very welcomed which was strange because if they only knew why I was in church.  We sang songs that were unfamiliar to me and I heard preaching I had never heard before. It was all so new and scary because I knew I was there to do something, I just didn't know what! Then it happened; a question was asked. It...

  Just two kids,  crazy about each other without a clue as to how to properly love each other. Oh if they only knew how Jesus would come through for them in a miraculous way. But they had to go through hell first and when they got to the other side they would have to decide if they would stay together and fight for their lives and the lives and futures of their children.  In our first fifteen years of life we dated, were engaged, married, had children, and bought a home. I mean we went all the way, but along the way, I was not who I seemed to be. I was making terrible choices with irreparable consequences.  I knew growing up, I wanted to be a good mom. I read books to prepare myself and continued to read a lot of books because I wanted to be the best mom! I wanted to do better than my mom. I think we all strive to be better than our parents.  But in my pursuit to be the "best mom",  I failed to consider the one who made me a mom. I was driven by my emotions...