Fathers and Daughters- Part 1

“If I could catch a star for you, I swear I’d steal them all tonight. To make your every wish come true, and every dream for all your life. But that’s not how the story goes, the world is full of perfect plans. If there’s a promise that I broke, I know one day you’ll understand. When times are hard, I know you’ll be strong. I’ll be there in your heart when you’ll carry on. Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky, Fathers and Daughters never say goodbye…”

This is a blog that I never thought I would ever have to write. It’s one that I don’t want to write. At the same time, it’s one that I have to write. Two entries ago, I told a story of my Dad. The one titled “How to Save a Life”. If you haven’t read that one, please read it before going on with this one. You’ll understand more about what’s been going on with him over the past 10 years. This part of the story will begin on December 3, 2024, and go back as far as August 18, 1980. That’s the day I was born.

Growing up, I had a happy childhood. My Mom was a beautician and my Dad worked in the same factory for over 40 years. My Dad also was a preacher for over 40 years. There are certain memories that really stand out with my Dad over the years. I remember him taking me to get my first cabbage patch kid. I remember standing in front of the window down town, looking at what seemed like thousands of different ones. There was one that stood out. The one with the “isper” on it. “Isper” meaning “zipper”. This doll had a pink jacket with a zipper on it that had the cabbage patch kids logo on it. Her name was Mandy. I still have this doll. I also remember my Dad teaching me and a few of the neighborhood kids how to fly a kite. Our house sat next to a big open field, which was perfect for flying a kite. I will never forget the look on his face as he took off running full speed in that field. About half way down the field, his hat flew off of his head. Then, before we knew it, my dad fell. It is still to this day something I can belly laugh about. I can see it so vividly. There are so many stories I could tell, but I would be here all day. It's crazy what your mind can do to you. It’s like once someone is gone, your mind is flooded with memories you hadn’t thought of in years. Or ever. Wait. Did I say that word? Gone? Gone. He’s gone.

I’m a PK. For those of you who aren’t one, or who don’t know what that means, it stands for “Preacher’s Kid”. I’m a PK and I’m proud to be a PK. Sometimes, however, that sets very high standards for things in life. My Dad was a preacher for 41 years. He set some very high standards for me in what I look for in other Preachers. He also set the standard very high for what I looked for in a soul mate. One thing he didn’t have to set any standards for was a Dad. In my mind, he was always the best one and in the words of one of my wonderful friends, I hit the lottery with him. He wasn’t a perfect man. He had his flaws. He made his mistakes. However, he was the best Dad in the world and I’ll never take for granted how blessed I was, and always will be, by him.

When I was about 30 years old, my Dad told me that I would never find a man because I am “too picky”. I responded to him with 3 simple words. “It’s your fault.” I am so blessed to have grown up in a home where my Mom and Dad were still married. I know that I am blessed to have done so and that’s another thing I’ll never take for granted. I always paid attention to them and I always wanted a relationship that was similar to theirs. My Dad would call my Mom every single day from work on his break. My Dad not only was a preacher, but he also worked a full time job. He worked at Stamler Corporation for over 40 years. It’s a factory that was in Millersburg, Kentucky that made mining equipment.  I remember a time when my Dad was working nights for a bit, and I would ride to Millersburg with my Mom and we would take dinner to my Dad. I don’t know this to be a fact, but I’m pretty sure she did that every single night when he was working nights. My Mom is the best. They were best friends. Their love was so deep for each other, and honestly, that was all I really ever wanted. I wanted a man who put God first, a man who would be my best friend, and a man who would love me as deeply as I loved him. That’s not a lot to ask for, right? Fast forward to age 32. I met the man of my dreams and the man I would eventually marry. My Dustin. I remember the drive to Paris the day that he met my Dad for the first time. It was a beautiful day in October and I had a convertible PT cruiser. We had the top down for the drive. We got about half way to Paris, and Dustin said “I’m really nervous to meet your Dad.” I laughed so hard at that statement. He looked at me kind of funny and I said, “You shouldn’t be at all. You already met my Mom. She’s the tough one. You’ll understand what I mean when you meet him.” Of course, as is the case with most people who meet my Dad, Dustin instantly fell in love with him. It was the start of a relationship that would become very special to both of them. I’m so thankful for that. He loved “Dusty” like he was his own. He often told me that I got a good one with him. I know he was proud of the life that I had built with my own family. I know he knew that Dusty would always take care of me.

It was no different when he met Dustin’s two girls. To him, he loved them because I loved them. When we were younger, my Dad put a pole in the back yard to hang a basketball goal on for us. I remember playing basketball so many nights. We wore out the grass that surrounded it. My brother and I played. My Dad and I played. My friends and I played. I played by myself even. Once I left the house, the goal was pretty much unused. When my Dad met Hannah, he knew she loved to play basketball as well. He went out and bought a new net for the goal and had it ready to go for the next time she came to visit. When Haylie was younger, she wanted a horse so bad. So, we told her if she saved her money, she could buy one. We knew she would never save enough to buy one, but she sure tried. Every time we went to my parents house, my Dad would give her all the change he had in his pocket. After handing over his life savings to her, he would sit in the floor with her and count all of her “coins” with her again to see how much she had after what he had given her. Things like that go through my mind every day.

As I’ve already mentioned, my Dad was a preacher. Not just a preacher, but a preacher who worked hard to get to that point. When I was a kid, my Dad had to go to other states during the summer to go to school to be able to become a preacher. The summer I turned 9 years old, we drove to watch him graduate. My Mom drove my brother and I. On the way, we stopped at a hotel. Of course, I left my blanket there. My Mom called and they found it so we planned to stay at the same hotel on the way home. They were keeping it for us until we came back through. On the way back home, my Dad drove himself and my Mom drove my brother and I. We met at that same hotel, but my Dad got there first. He went to get my blanket and I’ll  never forget the feeling at 9 years old that I had when I saw my Dad from a far and he held up my blanket in the air. To me, it was like he was an angel sent to me from above. At that moment in time, and many other moments in my life, it was like he was immortal. I remember thinking how great of a person he was, just by watching the things he did for other people. He was a preacher, who had a family, and who also worked a full time job. Somehow, he made it all work. All the while doing all the things you would think a preacher would do. I remember going to the hospitals in Lexington with him to visit sick people from the church. Not only would he visit the people from the church, but he would also visit other people who his congregation had mentioned to him who were in the hospital sick. People he didn’t even know. He still went to the hospital to say a prayer with them. Much later in life, Dustin’s step father was sick. One Saturday, we had planned on going to Court Days in Mt. Sterling with my parents. Dustin was so torn up over his step dad, my parents decided to go visit him in Ashland instead. He was at the Hospice Center in Ashland. We went there, and Dustin took my Dad in with him. My Dad prayed with him that day. Not long after that, he got a little better and ended up going home. He later passed, but we often think about the day my Dad prayed with him. These are some of the reasons I hold high standards for preachers. I feel like my Dad kept up with his congregation, all the while working a full time job, even extra jobs after work, and kept up with his family. Most preachers today have one job. That’s being a preacher. They should be able to keep up with, and know what’s going on with their congregation.

So, I left off in my previous story about my Dad when he was at the Willows. While he was there, he was able to learn to walk with some assistance again. His left side got stronger, and he was walking more than 55 steps a day. There are some visits there that stick out for me. At the same time he was there, my brother was in the hospital some with his leg. So my Mom was trying to be in two places. There were a few times when I was the only one visiting with my Dad. Just he and I. Little did I know, how important those visits would become. Several of those visits, I would make sure I was there when he ate. Once, I was there and we talked the whole time he ate. We laughed together. I remember thinking at that moment, that I would cherish that conversation one day. I just didn't know how soon that would come. Another time, I got there a little later than dinner time. He wasn't in his room, so I went out to the dining area to make sure he wasn't still there. His table was empty. I was confused for a second, but then, I heard his voice. I turned around and he had gotten turned around trying to find his room. I pushed him to his room and I sat with him for a while. There was another time I was there and we watched part of the UK game together. He was so excited to watch this years team. He was at the Willows during Thanksgiving as well. We all went up there and sat with him as he ate his Thanksgiving turkey. We stayed for quite a while, and then we went to their house to eat our Thanksgiving turkey. At some point during this time, I remember that my Dad's roommate was really sick. He was so sick, and the staff forced him to go out for dinner and activities. At dinner one night, he didn't even eat. He just had his head laying down on the table he was sitting at. The next Wednesday, Dustin and I went to visit my Dad and he was sick. He was coughing and sneezing and didn't feel good at all. The next day, he was being released to go home. My Mom had called his primary care doctor and told them he was sick and they told her to get the Willows to test him for COVID. They hadn't even thought of that on their own, but that's a whole different story. They tested him, and it was positive. They still released him to go home. My Mom got some meds from his primary care doctor. Dustin met her at the house, and got him inside and put him in the recliner chair. The next morning, my Mom called Dustin at 5am and asked if he could come over and move him from the chair and put him in the bed. He had lost so much strength, but Dustin was able to get him in the bed. He went to work, and by the end of the day, my Mom had asked Dustin to come get him in the car for her to take him to the Emergency Room at UK. At some point, there was a blood clot that showed up on a CT and they advised her to take him in. We went over after work and got him in the car and we followed her to UK and Dustin got him out and took him inside the hospital. They ended up admitting him. 

They kept him at UK for 11 days. He came home and spent one full night. The next night, he woke up in the middle of the night not breathing well. His oxygen was low. So, my Mom took him to the ER in Paris, Kentucky, which is where they live. Later on in the day, they transferred him to Clark Regional Medical Center in Winchester. He told my Mom, and the hospital in Paris, to not send him back to UK. He made the comment to me, "Let me die before you take me back to UK." 

Now that my Dad is gone, I have so many things flooding through my mind. Some of them are regrets that he never thought anything about. Most of them are small things he did that just make me smile. I have thought of one day in particular every single day. Even before he passed. Sunday December 22, 2024. It was the day before they put him on the ventilator. His last day that he spoke. I didn’t go to the hospital that day. I met a friend I haven’t seen in a long time for lunch and I drove to Frankfort to bring some stuff to the office that they would need since I was off the next week. At some point that day, I received a text from my Mom that said that my Dad was asking for a banana. The nurses tried to get him one, but they were unsuccessful. I texted my Mom back and told her I would “bring him one tomorrow”. He never got that banana. Even worse, I didn’t get to talk to him one last time. Once they put the ventilator in, I had come to the conclusion that I had probably had the last conversation I’ll ever have with my Dad. This was the day that I will regret for the rest of my life. 

The day before that, Saturday December 21st, my Mom wanted to go home and shower. She had been there since Thursday with him and hadn’t left. She went home, and told him that we would be there soon. I peeked inside his room when we got there and he looked content. He was watching TV and he glowed when he saw us come in the room. However, the glow soon turned to tears. On Thursday previous to this, I went to see him after work. It was the day he was admitted. I walked into his room and they had an oxygen mask on him. As soon as he saw me walk in the room, the tears started streaming down his face. He cried the whole time I was there. He kept trying to talk through the mask over his face and my Mom and I had a hard time understanding him. At one point, he asked me something. My Mom said “We can’t understand you.” And I said to her, “Wait. I know what he asked.” Through his pain, and through the tears, he asked me how Dusty was doing. He always asked me that whenever I was by myself. A while later, they took the mask off and he was able to talk to us. During that time, he asked me to call his sister. My Aunt Wanda. She was the only person he specifically asked me to call. Then, right before I left the hospital that night, my Dad said something to me that I will never forget. I was telling him bye, and through his tears he said, “You know, I haven’t heard from the Lord since I had this last stroke.” While it broke my entire being, I told him, “Give it some more time. He still has you here for a reason, right? He has brought you through three difference strokes, and you’re still here. Think about the positive.” He nodded his head to me. At that moment, I knew that he knew, that his life on earth was close to the end.

Fast forward back to Saturday. Let me just say, I have never seen my Dad cry as much as he did this day. Even if you were to add up all the times in my life that I saw him cry, it wouldn’t have equaled to this. We had Haylie with us as well. My Dad kept reaching his hand out for one of us to hold it. When we did, he cried even harder. I kept rubbing his arm and telling him not to cry. It was breaking my entire soul. Probably because deep down, I knew what he knew. After we had been there for about an hour or so, I was holding his hand and I asked him if he wanted Dustin to pray with him. Again, this goes back to my question. If the shepherd is sick, who cares for him? In this case, the answer is now so simple to me. It’s my husband. My Dad nodded his head and said “YES!” through his tears. Dustin prayed for him. As he prayed, Haylie and I both bowed our heads and prayed with him as we laid our hands on my Dad. Once the prayer was over, the tears subsided. Dustin had to leave the room for a few minutes after that, but my Dad seemed content for the first time since we had been there. We were there with him for a little over 4 hours. We found a western channel on the TV for him and he and I watched an episode of “The Long Riders”. It had been forever since I had seen that show. My Dad and I always watched Westerns together. If a new movie came out, I made sure I asked him if he wanted to go see it. We always did. We made a date night out of it. I did my best to encourage him as much as possible in those 4 hours I was with him. I fed him his mashed potatoes they brought for dinner as well as a pudding cup. The nurse was finally able to get him a Diet Pepsi with the thickener in it. That made him so happy. He asked me again if I had called my Aunt Wanda. I told him I forgot, but I would be sure and call her. Before we left, I hugged him and told him I loved him and I would be back in a few days. Little did I know, that was the last conversation I would ever have with my father.

I was off the whole next week since it was Christmas week. On Monday December 23^rd, Dustin woke me up to news I did not want to hear. They had to put in a ventilator. Thus, the reason he didn’t get his banana. This is always a worry when you hear they have to do that to someone that’s sick and elderly. There is that constant fear that they won’t be able to breathe on their own ever again. I hated that feeling. But mostly, I hated that my Mom was left by herself making that decision. On our way to the hospital, I called my Aunt Wanda. One of the hardest things to do, is keep yourself together when you are trying to tell someone else in the family how sick someone is. I talked to my Aunt Wanda and I told her what was going on with my Dad. I told her it was serious and that we didn't know what is going to happen at this point. We hung up and went on to the hospital. I'll never forget the look on my Mom's face that day. I'll also never forget the feeling in my gut when I saw my Dad hooked up to a vent. It's still there. The feeling in my gut. I don't know if it will ever leave. 

On the morning of Thursday December 26th, Dustin woke me up before he went to work. A few minutes after he left, I got a text from someone at work that woke me up since I wasn't all the way back to sleep. Then, almost immediately after, Dustin called me. I answered and I'll never forget what he said. "You need to get dressed and get to the hospital NOW." I got out of bed and decided to take a quick shower. I received a text from my brother and he asked if I could come pick him up. I showered and drove to Paris and I only wasted one hour doing all of that. I picked up my brother and we drove to Winchester to the hospital. When we got there, they had taken my Dad for a procedure. Basically, they saved my Dad's life that day before my brother and I arrived. My heart was a wreck that day. We were sitting in the hospital room waiting for my Dad to return to the room and I looked up and saw Dustin. It was the most comfort I had felt all day. He left work to come there to be with his family and it meant the world to me. I needed him that day. He knew it and he came. My Dad finally came back and things were calm the rest of the day. 

The next few days were long. They started kidney dialysis on my Dad and it took several hours a day. As each day passed, I could see it in my Mom's eyes that she knew he wasn't getting any better. On Sunday morning, my Mom asked me to take my brother to the ER. He's been having an issue with an open wound on his leg and it was getting infected. I got ready and drove to Paris to get him and take him to the ER. The weather was awful that day. It was raining and very windy. We sat at the ER for a few hours and then I took him to get his medicine and some food. I took him home, and then headed to the hospital to see my Dad for a bit. At some point during that day, I heard a NKOTB song that spoke to me. It's strange that a NKOTB song spoke to me, but the chorus just hit home. I remember driving home from the hospital that night crying as I sang the chorus. 

"And every night and every day, I talk to God and Oh I pray that He, Will bring you back to me. Come back, you been gone too long, and it won't be long, He said He'd bring you back to me. Come back, you been gone too long, said it won't be long, til you're back where you belong. With me." 

That began my prayer for God to bring him back. Even if it was for just one more time. Even if it was just for him to look at me with his baby blues and smile at me one more time. My Dad never liked to tell me "NO." and so this began my prayer. He was a fighter and selfishly I wanted him back. I knew he didn't like to tell me "NO", so he would have to come back to me. He just had to. 

The next day, I went to work. It was now Monday December 30th. I had a fairly good day at work considering my heart was completely somewhere else. Right around 4pm, I had a breakdown. It was like I just knew what was going to happen next. My work family was great. I received some hugs that day that I will never forget. Hugs that lasted longer than a normal hug. Hugs that allowed me to cry on their shoulder. I had planned to go to the hospital right after work so that's why I was so emotional. I left work and drove to Winchester. I got there and they were doing dialysis so we had to sit in the waiting room for a bit. I tried to remain strong for my mom, but I could tell when I got there that she was down. I could see it in her eyes. I wondered if this was why I had the breakdown. It's this gift of discernment that I have. After we went to his room, my Mom began to cry as she tried to get the words out. "He's not gonna make it Sissy." I knew it. I knew it all along. I fought back the tears. But they came anyway. 

The next day was New Years Eve. I didn't have to work. My brother texted and asked if I could bring him a pizza. I drove him a pizza to Paris and then I was on my way to the hospital again. My Mom had been at the hospital since the Saturday before Christmas without leaving. I had taken her clothes home and washed them and I make sure she had some snacks so she would have something on her stomach. So, I decided to stop at Captain D's and get her and I a salmon meal. I did that and we ate together in the room. I sat with her for a while and she assured me she would finish her meal that night before she went to bed. I wanted to get home before dark since it was New Years Eve. As I was getting my jacket on to leave, the Doctor came in. He was a great person. Very good bedside manner. He talked to both of us and he basically said they have done all that they can for him. In the conversation, I asked him, "If it was your spouse or your dad, would you take him off the ventilator?" and he answered me honestly. "Yes." He left the room and my Mom and I talked. She didn't want them to do it on New Year's Day, so her plan was for them to take my Dad off the vent on Thursday January 2nd. The drive home that night was very emotional for me. I played the song "Hard Fought Hallelujah" by Brandon Lake on repeat the whole way home. I cried my eyes out. At two different spots, I screamed. At the top of my lungs. As loud as I could. I screamed. 

"Yeah, I don't always feel it. Yeah, but that's when I need it the most. So, I'ma keep on singing. 'Til my soul catches up with my song. There's times when my hands go up freely, and times that it costs, oh oh. There's days when a praise comes out easy, days when it takes all the strength I got. I'll bring my hard fought, heartfelt, been through hell, hallelujah. I'll bring my storm tossed, torn sail, story to tell, hallelujah. God You've been patient, God You've been gracious, faithful whatever I'm feeling or facing. So I'll bring my hard fought, heartfelt, it is well, hallelujah. I've wrestled with the darkness, but I'm trying to reach for the light. Yeah the struggle keeps me honest, and it breaks down the walls of my pride. 'Cause faith isn't proven like gold, 'Til it's been through the fire, eh eh. My head, heart, and hands are feeling heavy, but that's when I lift them just a little higher." 

I got home that night and basically collapsed in Dustin's arms. After I calmed down, we ate appetizers. I always fix those on New Years Eve because my Mom used to do that. There was a movie I had been wanting to see, so we watched it. Just to occupy my mind with anything else. It was called Juror #2. I'll always remember the night I watched that movie. At some point, I looked over next to our Christmas tree and saw the gifts that were still sitting under it. It was a gift for my Mom, a gift for my brother, and a gift for my Dad. We hadn't done Christmas yet. Suddenly, I remembered what I had got for my Dad. When he was at the Willows, we asked him several times what he wanted for Christmas. He was pretty down during that time, but the last time we asked him, he gave us an answer. He said "A payday candy bar." So, I went to Sam's Club and I bought him a whole box of Payday candy bars. There were 24 in a pack. At that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with them. I also got him a really soft Cincinnati Bengals sweatshirt. As I sat there opening up the Christmas present I bought for my Dad that he would never get, my heart broke into two pieces. I decided to wear the Bengals sweatshirt the day that we took him off the vent. Which at the time, I thought would be on January 2nd. 

The next morning, Dustin woke me up. My Mom had called him. She didn't want to wait another day. His numbers were getting worse and she didn't think it was good to make him suffer through another day. I got ready, I put on the Bengals sweatshirt, and grabbed the box of Payday's as we headed out the door to the hospital. We made a stop when we got to Winchester at Speedway. My Dad's favorite drink was always Ale-8. It was our thing when I was a teenager. So, we got two 6 packs of Ale-8 to take with us. My plan, was for all of us to have a Payday and an Ale-8 together in the room before we took him off the vent. We got there and met my brother outside. The three of us got to the room with my Mom and we sat there for a bit. As we sat there, Dustin told me that a friend of mine had texted him and said she was in the waiting room and would be there if I needed her. I immediately went out to get her. I have known Alison since I was about 16 years old. Her and her family had been a big part of my life ever since. When I got to where she was, she had an Ale-8 shirt on. She wore it for my Dad. She didn't even know my plan. Having her there gave me a peace that I didn't know I needed. When we got to the room, I handed her an Ale-8 and a Payday. We all ate our candy bar and drank our Ale-8. I also shared with the nurses and doctors. We couldn't have asked for a better staff to take care of my Dad. 

We waited for a while because some of our family was coming in from Ohio. We just spent time in the room with him, telling stories. Smiling. Laughing. Crying. At one point, Dustin wanted to call his Mom. My brother wanted to go outside and smoke. So they left together to go out. I got up, shut the door to my Dad's room, and walked over to have my last talk with him. I got my phone out and I cued up the song that he and I danced to at my wedding. A song called "Fathers and Daughters" by Michael Bolton. I let it play for a minute as I held his hand and rubbed his forehead. During the song, I reminded him of our dance to this song. I told him that he and I will never say goodbye to each other. I told him how much I loved him. I told him I'll always be his little girl. I told him not to worry about my Mom, that we will take care of her. I told him that I know he doesn't like to tell me "No", and while I want him here with me, I understand that he has to go. I told him he could stop fighting. After the rest of our family got there, we told them we were ready. They removed him from the vent, and called us back in to the room. I held one hand, and my Mom held the other until he was gone. I kept assuring him that he could stop fighting. I rubbed his forehead and pinched his chin. I smiled at him. Inside I was crumbling. You know those survey's you fill out and the question is Have you ever watched someone die? I can answer that one with a yes now. 

Dustin had everyone leave the hospital room except for my mom, my brother and me. The three of us sat there for about 15 minutes with my Dad. We talked about him. We talked about our life. We talked about how he is no longer suffering. Then, we went to the waiting room where our family and friends were. Eventually, we left. We all went to eat together. After we ate, I got really hot. Then, my heart started racing. I had heart palpitations as well. I checked my heart rate and it had went up to almost 150. I started doing some deep breaths and trying to calm down. I got it down to around 120 before we walked outside. We told everyone bye and I walked my Mom to her car. Dustin went on and got in our car. I told my Mom that I would pick her up the next day and take her to deal with the cremation. She didn't argue. I hugged her and I let loose. I cried harder than I had cried in a long time. It was cold outside, but she never complained. I told her that I was sorry and I had tried to stay strong for her. She told me I never have to do that with her. I remember through my tears saying to her, "He loved me so much." and "It feels like my heart is in two pieces." She just held me and cried with me. She's the strongest woman I know. I hope I can be as strong as she is some day.

"But God will redeem my life from the grave; He will surely take me to Himself." Psalm 49:15

On January 1, 2025 at 2:30pm, my Dad went home to be with Jesus. Hey Dad, save a place for me. I'll be home soon.

Stay tuned for Part 2-The Aftermath.

Starting Over

 

“Consider that maybe God closed that door because He knew you were worth so much more.”

What’s your dream job? Have you achieved it? Is it only called a dream job because it’s not supposed to become a reality? What happens when it does become a reality, but you hate it? There’s only one answer that I’m able to come up with. It wasn’t God’s dream job for you. And in order for you to see that, He had to give it to you. So that you would stop fighting to achieve it. So that you would see that it was never right for you or the person He wants you to be. This hasn’t happened to me, but it happened to my family. It happened to my better half. My mirror. My rock. I’m not sure how well you know me, or my husband, or us as a couple. I know some of you only know us as a couple from Facebook. Some of you may only know one of us. I’m going to tell you a story. Well, part of a story. The story of US.

Dustin and I met face to face on September 28^th, 2012. We began talking on a website called Christian Mingle on September 21^st, 2012. I could tell right away what a kind person he was. We eventually moved in together and ended up getting married in 2016. Our relationship has honestly always been wonderful. We have always respected each other and always loved each other. I know that a lot of people on Facebook probably look at my posts and think “They can’t love each other that much.” Or “She’s just putting on a show for Facebook.” Let me tell you, that is just not the case. This doesn’t mean we don’t have disagreements or arguments; it just means at the end of the day we both want the same thing. That same thing? Each other. At our wedding, the minister, and our great friend, said something that I will never forget. Dustin and I remind each other of the line he said all the time. He said, “I believe that you guys are going to do great things together.” It’s become our motto. The words we live by. 

In November of 2013, Dustin started a new job with a company called Good Works. A Christian based company based out of Franklin, TN that have several senior living communities throughout Tennessee, and Kentucky. Dustin started at Daisy Hill Senior Living in Versailles, Ky and he started out as an RA. While at that job, he met someone who would become a lifelong friend. He just happened to also be his boss. The executive director moved Dustin from a second shift RA to a first shift activities director. Once this director left the company, I noticed a shift in Dustin. In the early part of 2017, Dustin found out there was an opening at Windsor Gardens in Georgetown for an activities director. Since this was where we lived, he applied. It was a little more money and also close to home. He really wanted this job and I remember the amount of prayer that went into that from both of us. Both of us. Together.

I remember the morning so well. It was nearing the end of winter. I was driving to work, which at the time only took me about 5 minutes. In that 5 minutes, something wonderful happened. I was praying for  my husband, and all at once, I saw it. It truly came out of nowhere. It was to the right of me as I looked out my windshield. To most people it was just tree branches. To most people it would have just been another drive to work. But to me, on that particular day, it was a sign of peace. That everything was going to work out the exact way it was supposed to. As I drove, and as I prayed, I sang a song at the top of my lungs. And all at once, the tree branches parted and formed the shape of a cross. I can still take you to the exact spot where I saw it. From that day on, the song I was singing reminds me of that day and that experience. God moved in our favor that day. Dustin got the job. The song was called “King of my Heart” by Bethel Music and here are some of the lyrics.

“Let the King of my heart be the mountain where I run. The fountain I drink from. Oh, He is my song. Let the King of my heart be the shadow where I hide. The ransom for my life. Oh, He is my song. ‘Cause You are good. You are good. Oh, Oh. You are good, good, Oh Oh. And let the King of my heart be the wind inside my sails. The anchor in the waves. Oh, He is my song. Let the King of my heart be the fire inside my veins. The echo of my days. Oh, He is my song. You are good, good, Oh, Oh. You are good, good, Oh, Oh. You’re never gonna let, never gonna let me down. You’re never gonna let, never gonna let me down. You are good, good, Oh, Oh. You are good, good, Oh, Oh.”

During his time at Windsor Gardens, Dustin flourished in his job. He woke up every day just happy to go to work. I would always remind him that if he loved his job, it was a huge blessing. The residents there became his family. Some of them became my family as well. During his time there, his shift changed. He finally figured out what his dream was. To become the executive director at Windsor Gardens Senior Living in Georgetown, Kentucky. He worked so hard to reach his goals over the next 6 years. He was still his normal happy self, he was just more motivated than I had ever seen him. This was his dream job, and he was going to achieve it no matter what got in his way.

In June of 2023, Dustin’s dream came true. He was asked to be the new Executive Director at Windsor Gardens Senior Living of Georgetown. This was so huge for him and for our family. I can’t count the times I would remind Dustin of the line that was quoted at our wedding. “I believe you are going to do great things together.” I was so thankful for this opportunity, and I always thanked God for allowing Dustin to achieve his dream, along with making things easier for our family financially. I never lost sight of what God had blessed us with.

After less than a month, I was starting to question God’s decision. Something in Dustin changed. He wasn’t my same sweet, happy husband anymore. He was stressed out all the time and it always felt like he was somewhere else. We had more disagreements and arguments than we had ever had as a couple. Anytime his phone would ring, he would immediately get angry. It was almost always something he had to deal with at work. Every day when I would come home from work, he would be asleep on the couch. He would sleep until I got supper ready, and I would wake him to eat. Most evenings at home for me was just that. Sitting there alone after eating supper. It was a hard transition for me. I remained the encouraging wife. I tried everything I could to encourage him and remind him that God allowed him to have his dream job for a reason. However, when I was alone, I cried. I cried hard. I prayed, asking God, “Why is this going so wrong? What is Your reason for this? Is this really what a dream job is?” I never let him know my deep heartache I had going on. I did eventually end up telling him how different he was. I remember crying and telling him how I felt like I was doing life alone and that something had to change. That was probably a month into his new job. Things did get a little better after that at home. You could tell he was trying to be himself more and he was trying his best to help me out the way he used to. But, his happiness was drained and I could see it in his eyes. I didn’t like it at all.

For 11 months, this was our life. Dustin was more stressed than I had ever seen him. He lost all of his confidence in himself and it was destroying him mentally. Again, I tried to remain the encouraging wife through it all. I didn’t know what else to do to help him. I knew his dreams were falling apart and deep down I knew that it had to end or I was going to lose him. On May 16^th of this year, what I knew deep down almost became a reality. I was at the doctor and I saw my phone ringing and it was Dustin. I thought it was strange because I knew that I had told him I would be at the doctor. I ignored the call. Less than a minute later, my phone rang again and it was Dustin. The doctor was talking to me this whole time, so I couldn’t answer the phone. I knew the second time my phone rang that something was wrong. As soon as I got out of my appointment, I called him. No answer. So, I texted him, “Are you okay?” No response. At this point I am worried. I was supposed to go to work right after my appointment, but I couldn’t do that without knowing what was going on. Then it hit me, I can check his location. I looked and it was the address of the hospital. I immediately took off and drove to the hospital. When I got there, he had texted me back, “Are you going to work?” I responded with, “I’m here. Where are you?” I walked in the emergency room and the lady gave me his room number as she buzzed me back. I can’t tell you the fear that came over me. By the time I got to him, he had calmed down. He drove himself to the hospital, but he was having chest pains and trouble breathing. He thought it was a heart attack, as most people do, but it ended up being a panic attack. At that moment, I was done. Done with his job. Done with all the people who worked there with him. Done with the people who pushed him into it without any guidance. Done with those same people who showed him no support. Immediately, they were public enemy number one. And they still are. I’m still working through that, but I’ll get to that later. My husband sat in the hospital bed as they ran an EKG to check his heart. I called his mom, his daughter, my mom to let them know what happened but that everything was okay. Then, I told him, “This is it. This is the final straw. You need to start seriously looking for a new job.”  

Prior to this incident, Dustin had one other panic attack that I know of. He was at home and it was on a weekend. It was a very stressful weekend at our house. We were dealing with family issues. It happened around 3 weeks before this. However, I was with him and I knew it was a panic attack and I was able to calm him down. After this incident, he’s had no other panic attacks, or even any signs of anxiety.

A week later, the end was here. The end of all the stress. All the headaches. All the drama. All the pressure. All the crap that this “Christian” company put him through. I remember the phone call just like it was yesterday. I was at work, and I was so angry. This “Christian” company that Dustin pretty much gave his life for during the past 10 years, showed me who they really are. On this day, exactly one week after the job sent him to the hospital, Dustin was told by one of his employees that she was “so sad to see him go”. He was very confused by this, so he asked another employee, and she had a text that she showed him. The girl who worked directly across from Dustin, who he hired, sent a text out to all of the RA’s at Windsor Gardens. The text stated that per Leigh, who is the regional director of the company Good Works based out of Franklin Tennessee, as of today Dustin Downs is no longer the director and that everything should go through her now. “Her” being Chyma Puckett. My husband sends this text to Matt Fuqua, who is the CEO of Good Works. He acts so surprised by it but does nothing. So, my husband then goes to the source, Leigh Mooneyhan, the regional director of Good Works. She tells him some off the wall story as to why that text was circulated and that someone told her that he put his notice in. Keep in mind, if a director of a facility puts in their notice, they would do that with the regional director and the CEO of the company.

When I got the phone call from him, my words were simple. “Put in your notice.” In senior living, a director has to give 30 days for their notice as opposed to the normal two weeks. He said back to me, “I can’t do that, I don’t have another job yet.” All of a sudden, a peace came over me and I said, “God will provide. He always has.” It was quiet, and finally he said, “Okay.” A lot happened in the meantime, but Dustin kept trying to find another job. He even got on a plane and flew to Dallas, Tx by himself for a job interview. We thought sure he had that job. Why would anyone fly someone to Dallas just to tell them they didn’t get the job, right? He ended up not getting that job. Sometime after that happened, there were conversations with Good Works about Dustin staying at Windsor Gardens as the Activities Director of the Memory Care. They wanted him to stay, offered him a job and he even had a start date. The day before he was supposed to start, he texted the CEO and asked if everything was good for the next day. The CEO responded to him and said he wanted to move his starting date to another date two days later. So, again, the day before, Dustin sent a text to the CEO. This time, he gets a phone call. It was very unfortunate timing, that phone call. Because I had just made it home from work. During this phone call, Matt Fuqua, the CEO of Good Works, withdrew his job offer. Dustin wasted a week and a half that he could have been looking for another job because he thought he had a job with them. The “Christian” company. As he was hanging up with Matt, I said a comment that I shouldn’t have said… but in the moment it couldn’t be helped. We are all human, after all. I wanted to flip a table really bad, so he actually got off lucky. However, Dustin was really upset with me because he was afraid my comment would keep him from receiving his pay for his PTO time he hadn’t taken. It ends up, he may have been right. It took a long time for him to get it, and he only received half of the amount he should have.

So here we are, back to square one. In my heart, I knew that God would provide. I wasn’t worried, but I  was a little concerned for our family. During the whole “we want to fly you to Dallas” job opportunity, Dustin had applied for another job. The guy who would take part in the hiring process was his boss when he first started with the Good Works company in Versailles at Daisey Hill. He’s now the director at the Bluegrass Care Navigators Pace Center in Lexington. They were hiring for an Activities Director. Dustin has kept in touch with him all the years they were apart, and he’s been a very good mentor and friend to him. He was the first person to show up at our wedding, and Dustin didn’t work for him at that time. So, Dustin had applied for this job, and he thought it was long gone because he hadn’t heard anything. Dustin’s mentor had been in contact with him and knew about the possible job that he flew to Dallas for. He knew that Dustin ended up not getting the job. Then, one day, out of the blue, Dustin got a interview for the job at the Pace center.

The morning of his interview, I was taken back to the same place I was the morning of his interview for Windsor Gardens. My drive to work that day took me a little longer and on a different route. I didn’t see a cross that day, but I was overcome with tears when this song randomly played on a playlist I chose for the morning. I was halfway to work, and guess what song came on? Just on a random play list. “King of My Heart” by Bethel Music. I was reminded of that cross that appeared, and I was filled with peace once again. Knowing God would move in our favor. He is so good. And sometimes the human in me forgets that. “Let the King of my heart be the fire inside my veins, the echo of my days, oh He is my song. You are good. Good. Ohhhh.” I don’t remember the exact time frame after that, but Dustin ended up getting this job as well. Sometimes we need to thank God for what didn’t happen. The job he flew to Dallas for, wasn’t the right job. As hard as it is to grasp, his dream job wasn’t his dream job after all.

Once we found out Dustin’s start date for his new job, we planned the most spontaneous vacation. We knew he wouldn’t have time off for a while, so we decided to take a small trip. My boss was so kind to let me off for a week with such short notice. We rented a car, and decided to take day trips all week. We visited the baseball field that was used in the movie “A League of Their Own” in Huntingburg, Indiana. That is one of Dustin’s favorite movies and it was only a few hours away. We visited Eastern Kentucky and I became obsessed with Chris Stapleton and Tyler Childers and the town of Paintsville, Kentucky. Dustin became obsessed with Loretta Lynn. We also visited Butcher Holler. We made a playlist for the week called the Highway 23 playlist. Every video I made that week for TikTok had a Chris Stapleton or a Tyler Childers song. The song that seemed to stick that week was “Starting Over”. Here are some of the lyrics.

“Well the road rolls out like a welcome mat, To a better place than the one we’re at. And I ain’t got no kind of plan, But I’ve had all of this town I can stand. We’ve been saving for a rainy day, Let’s beat the storm and be on our way. And it don’t matter to me, wherever we are is where I want to be. And honey, for once in our life, Let’s take our chances and roll the dice. And I can be your lucky penny, You can be my four leaf clover. Starting over. This might not be an easy time, There’s rivers to cross and hills to climb. And some days we might fall apart, and some nights we might feel cold and dark. But nobody wins afraid of losing, And the hard roads are the ones worth choosing. Some day we’ll look back and smile, and know it was worth every mile. And it don’t matter to me, wherever we are is where I want to be. And honey, for once in our lives, Let’s take our chances and roll the dice. And I can be your lucky penny, You can be my four leaf clover. Starting Over. Starting Over.”

Even now, as I type those lyrics, I want to cry. Tears of joy in knowing that God worked everything out for us. This song will always take me back to that week. This song will always bring me peace. It has truly felt like a brand new start for both of us. I have my husband back. He’s happier than he’s ever been at work. That’s all I wanted. God provided. Just like I knew in my heart that He would. Are there still questions? Absolutely. The biggest one being, “Why would God allow me to have this if it wasn’t what He wanted for me?” and “Why did God want me to fly to Dallas for a job I didn’t get?” We may never know the answers. But I do know this, when God opened the next door for him, and for me 5 years earlier, I understand why the enemy fought us so hard. There was a song that got us both through that time. Actually, it was an entire album by Jeremy Camp. The one song that stands out to me, is called Better.

“I’ve screamed into the silence and all I heard was doubt. I’ve prayed to see the sunshine but the rain kept coming down. I’ve wrestled with the concept that Your plans are always good. ‘Cause half the time it doesn’t go the way I think it should. But You know things I never could, so, If I never understand. Or ever see the promised land. If You don’t answer my questions on this side of Heaven. I’m gonna trust the way You work, when You don’t rush to heal the hurt. My heart’s still Yours forever, even if it never gets better. I can’t unlock the mysteries, ‘Cause I don’t hold the keys. Can’t look into the future, ‘Cause I don’t see the way You see. So if You give or if You take, I will let You lead the way. Even if it breaks me, I’ll go where You take me. I’m gonna trust the way You work, when You don’t rush to heal the hurt. My heart’s still Yours forever, even if it never gets better.”

So here we are, starting over. We are still doing “Great things together.” God took care of us, as He always does. He always will. My heart knows that to be a fact. That’s what it’s really about isn’t it? The facts. The promises.

Isaiah 43:18-19 Forget the former things, do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!

Hebrews 8:12 God forgives and forgets about the past, providing a new beginning.

 

How to Save a Life

 

“It’s a beautiful day to save lives.” -Derek Shepherd

About 10 years ago, while I was on vacation in Myrtle Beach, my dad had his first stroke. I remember the fear that came over my body just hearing that word. As a Christian, your first reaction is to just stop what you are doing and pray, pray, pray. I did that. However, my emotions were not cooperating with me. We were set to leave Myrtle Beach the next morning anyway, but the drive home was so awful. There’s nothing worse than having to drive a long distance knowing that when you get there, you don’t know what you are going to find out. Luckily, that stroke only effected his vision, his speech, and his ability to keep things in. Meaning, no filter. After some therapy, he was back to normal. He could talk like he used to, and act like he used to. The only thing he couldn’t do was drive. But he was able to mow the grass. That was a happy day for all.

Fast forward almost 4 years to February 23, 2018. My brother’s birthday. The day my dad had his second stroke. This was the big one. The one we refer to as, “the bad one”. He lost mobility in his right side with that one. It took a little longer in therapy, however, once he completed therapy, he was able to walk with a cane and with some assistance. This one was harder for me to take than any of the others. I got angry. I was angry with everyone in my sight. I was angry with God. Possibly for the first time in my life. I could not understand why this kept happening to him. Why him? Really God? The guy who lived his life to serve you. The guy who missed summers with his children to go to school to become a preacher. Not to mention how angry I was at his previous congregations. Not one person came to see him. Or even called him. My question was, and to this day is still, when the shepherd is sick, who prays for him? Do the sheep not jump in and check on him? Do they just move on living their own lives? I struggled with this stroke and everything that came with it for a little over a year.

March 4, 2019. The day Luke Perry died. His cause of death? A stroke. At age 52. He suffered a stroke caused by a blood clot on February 27^th of that year. Only 4 days after my dad’s stroke the previous year. It’s strange how God works. He knows ways to get through to my heart so well. As crazy as this sounds, I feel like God used Luke Perry’s death of a stroke as a reminder to me that my dad is still here with us. Did he suffer a stroke? Yes. However, he’s still here with us and his personality is the exact same. That was how I healed from the pain of my dad’s stroke. By realizing that not all families are as blessed as we have been.

As my dad has gotten older, he’s needed more assistance. My mom has done all of that for him. She has been his full-time caregiver since that day. She is one of the strongest people ever created. My husband has also helped some with him. Only when my mom lets him. He’s in that field of work, so he’s familiar with what to do and how to do things. I have leaned on him a lot when my mom has needed help with my dad. We had to keep him over night a few times and my husband was a huge help to me. For that I was so very thankful.

About 3 months ago, my mom had a small scare. Her blood level was low, and they were trying to see what was causing it. She called me on Tuesday morning and asked if I could come sit with my dad while she went to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I was supposed to sit with him for 4 hours tops. No big deal. I dropped my mom off at the hospital and went back to sit with my dad. I don’t remember how long I had been there when my mom let me know that they were admitting her to try and figure out why her iron was so low. I knew that this meant I had to step up into her spot and become my dad’s caregiver. My brother had been off work for a while prior to this due to an illness and he had just gone back to work, so I knew he wasn’t able to take off. Dustin had just started a brand-new job and he wasn’t able to take off either. I will not lie to you at all… it was a struggle for me. It was hard on me as his daughter to do the things I had to do. However, this is my dad and I had to be there for him. My heart was broken the entire time because my mom was in the hospital basically by herself. Honestly, for her, it was probably a nice break to be by herself. But she is the one who is always at the hospital with us when we need her and here, she was all alone. Thinking about that was my biggest struggle through everything. That made me emotional. But we made it. My Mom was in the hospital for a few days, and come to find out, there wasn’t anything serious causing the bleed in her stomach.

There were several things I learned that week. 1. My Dad is one of the most loving people ever put on this earth and I am so blessed to be like him in so many ways. And I’m even more blessed that I still have him. 2. My Mom does way too much. But she does it because she’s a strong woman who is a mother and a wife who loves her family. After taking her place for a short time, I don’t ever question why she does it. I am blessed to be like her in so many ways. 3. My brother has never been a guy of many words, but I am thankful that he’s happy. I was able to bond with him this week without even knowing it and I’m thankful for that. 4. My husband is a saint. He wouldn’t ever let me do this thing alone and stayed by my side if for nothing else but to keep me strong. I have such an appreciation for him, and this made that appreciation even deeper. 5. I’ve always knowing this, but I was reminded that all God asks of us is to be willing. Once you are willing to do what he needs you to do, the blessing will come. It was a hard thing for me to do, but once I knew I had to, the willingness came. Once the willingness was there, everything worked out. I was so patient through this and I’m so thankful I was not only able to do this, but willing to do it with patience.

Fast forward about 3 months. It was a Sunday. October 13, 2024 to be exact. The day my dad suffered his third stroke. We had planned to go to their house already and Dustin was going to go up to the attic and get my mom’s decorations out for her and in return, she was going to fix him beef liver and onion. YUCK. My brother and I now joke that at least we didn’t have liver and onion. We are the only two who don’t like it. Dustin and I were at a gas station leaving Georgetown when I got a text from my mom. It said, “Do you have an oxygen reader?” I said that out loud and before I could ask anything, Dustin was calling her. He knew why. I could hear her on the other end when she answered Dustin’s question about why she aske for an oxygen reader. The 6 words I never wanted to hear again. “I think Dad’s had another stroke.” I immediately took off from the gas station while he was still on the phone. When we got to the house, Dustin jumped out of the car and went inside as fast as he could while I parked the car. By the time I got inside, I looked at Dustin and he simply nodded his head to me. Right after that, the ambulance pulled in. They took my dad to UK hospital, and they went directly to do a CT scan. That scan determined my dad had a stroke in his cerebellum. His speech was slurred, and his left side felt numb. Thankfully, he didn’t end up losing all feeling on that side like he did with his previous stroke. He was at UK hospital for 5 days and then they transferred him to The Willows for rehab.

My Dad has been at The Willows for 11 days now. His speech is almost normal, and his strength is coming back slowly. I’m still trying to stay positive and encourage him every time I’m able to see him. It warms my heart to hear people at The Willows saying things like “Hey Papa Snapp!” and “He’s a sweet, sweet man.” They seem to love him there, but how could they not? I just keep praying that his progress keeps moving forward and that he gets his strength back enough to walk with assistance again. I want him to enjoy food the way he used to, and he’s getting there. However, it’s hard right now because he still must be careful with what he eats. But he’s here and for the most part, he’s still happy. For that, I am thankful.

I say all this for several reasons. First, I needed to get it out. Secondly, I need to use it to encourage others. That’s where you come in. In 2018, throughout the duration of my dad trying to heal from his second stroke, I really started to question God a lot. It was such a hard time for me spiritually, however I continued to pray. I continued to worship Him. I remember one song that stands out to me and it will always remind me of that time in my life every time I hear it. It’s called, “Light to You” by Michael W. Smith. Here are some of the lyrics that brought me back to God every single day during that time.

“My hope, has found it’s resting place. And I’ll search no more. Even the darkness is light to You. It’s hard to believe it, but You say that it’s true. Even the darkness is light to you. My hope has found it’s anchor safe, and your rock it holds. Even the darkness is light to You. It’s hard to believe it, but You say that it’s true. Even the darkness is light to You. If I made my bed in the depths. If I rise on the wings of the morning. Through the farthest horizon You’re there. You will find me. You will find me. Even my darkness is light to You. My darkness, is light to You.”

How do we save lives? Not literally necessarily. But what do we, as Christians, need to do to save others? I’m very big on not being a hypocrite. When I say that, I don’t mean “being human” because we all are human and none of us are perfect. Especially when it comes to our Christian walk. I’ve always tried my best to be cautious about what I do in front of others. Especially the non-believers. If you’ve ever known an atheist, I guarantee you have heard reasons why they choose to be an atheist. My next sentence may not be a popular one for some of you. I completely understand why they choose to be that way. They live their lives watching US, the Christians, live a hypocritical life and they decide they don’t want to be that way or associated with anything that makes people act that way. We need to remember, and I say “we” because I mean myself too, that people are watching us. We are a reflection of God. We are here to save people, but instead we push them away because they don’t believe in the same things that we do. Or because they don’t pray. Or because they drink. Or say bad words. Which brings me to my next thing. Everyone sees the Christians doing those things. Drinking, Cussing, Gossiping… They see it all. That is why they want no part of it. We are doing the same things that we think they shouldn’t do. Because they don’t claim to love God, we in return begin to hate them. Instead, we should be praying for them. I am a firm believer that God gave us all free will for a reason. There are certain things that Christians do that are between them and God. My convictions are different from yours. My philosophy on that is, that’s between you and God. I’m here to love, I’m not here to judge.

It's just like the story of the woman who was caught in the act of adultery in the Bible. It’s found in John chapter 8, verses 1-11.   Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, ² but early the next morning he was back again at the Temple. A crowd soon gathered, and he sat down and taught them. ³ As he was speaking, the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in the act of adultery. They put her in front of the crowd.⁴ “Teacher,” they said to Jesus, “this woman was caught in the act of adultery. ⁵ The law of Moses says to stone her. What do you say?” ⁶ They were trying to trap him into saying something they could use against him, but Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust with his finger. ⁷ They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” ⁸ Then he stooped down again and wrote in the dust.

⁹ When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman. ¹⁰ Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?” ¹¹ “No, Lord,” she said. And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”

What happened that day, was between her and God. Not me and God. Nor her and I. I try to think about this story a lot. It’s hard to always see things the same way Jesus sees them. Christian artist, Brandon Lake, told the story of when he attended the Grammy’s. It was the year that Sam Smith was there and wore the red devil outfit. People were crucifying Brandon for being there. When I say people, I mean Christians. Brandon’s response is out of this world… as per usual. He said “I’m like, Ya’ll…why don’t you just pray for the man? And why don’t you just pray for people? Like, why are you coming at me? Do you think Jesus would get up and leave the Grammy’s because of that? Do you think He’s scared of that? Do you realize if you call yourself a Christian what authority you have? And we are called to love these people. Don’t leave the room, love on them! The 40 seconds I was given to accept the award, I preached the gospel the best I could and you are throwing stones.” Wow. Do you need to read that again? I do.

I still celebrate the day I was saved. October 17, 1993. I was 13 years old. It was something I had never experienced before, and by far the best feeling I’ve ever had in the world. On that day, I made a promise to God to live my life for Him. Have I broken that promise? Yes. More than once? Absolutely. But it’s still my main goal in my heart and in my life. The day I was saved, there was a song involved. That’s always the way with me. Here are the lyrics to “Where There is Faith” by 4HIM.

“I believe in faithfulness; I believe in giving of myself for someone else. I believe in peace and love; I believe in honesty and trust but it’s not enough. For all that I believe may never change the way it is, unless I believe Jesus lives. Where there is faith, there is a voice calling keep walking. You’re not alone in this world. Where there is faith, there is a peace like a child sleeping. Hope everlasting in He, who is able to bear every burden, to heal every hurt in my heart. It is a wonderful, powerful place. Where there is faith. There’s a man across the sea, never heard the sound of freedom ring. Only in his dreams. There’s a lady dressed in black, in a motorcade of Cadillacs. Daddy’s not coming back. Our hearts begin to fall and our stability grows weak, but Jesus meets our needs, if we only believe.”

This song will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s my love song with God. Well, one of them anyway. We have a lot of those. Recently, my heart has changed. I’m trying my best to be a better person. I’m trying to control my anger and just do better. I want to be the kind of person my dad is. I want people to walk past the room I’m in and say “She is the sweetest person.” I don’t want to do anything to make that a false statement about me. I want to be the way I was made. The way God made me to be. Nothing less.

 

“Humans are made in the likeness of God, and how we treat people reflects how we value God.”

James 3:9

My Girl (Part 2)

 "She ain't got my smile, that don't bother me a bit. She's got somebody else's eyes I'm seeing myself in holding on to every moment, God knows I've missed a few. The day we met I knew I had some catching up to do. She's my baby my whole world. She ain't my blood but she's my, she's my girl." -Elvie Shane

November 30, 2012-November 30, 2022

The day we were supposed to meet, you fell asleep. Now, it all makes sense. You knew that you and your sister deserved separate "days" with me. The image of the first time I saw you that night will never leave my brain. Or my heart. We were at a store in the mall, and I was at one end of the aisle and you were at the other end of the aisle. You were holding your Dad's hand, standing very close to him, with a huge smile on your face and the cutest curls in your hair. You had a red bow in your hair and you were so excited to see Santa that you couldn't hardly stand still. We met, and instantly we both bonded. A bond that will never be broken. You had a hard time saying my name. So, I became Bentasha for a time. A name I'll always cherish. I had a Charlie Brown Christmas shirt on and you loved it because it had Snoopy on it. You've always had a love for dogs. You and I walked through the mall that night and held hands. We took pictures in a picture booth. We met Santa. That night I knew that my life was about to change. 

Early on in our relationship, I knew that you loved me. Not only did you tell me 5,000 times a day, but you also drew me so many pictures with my name on it. You were always asking someone how to spell my name. I'm so thankful for your love for me. Then and now. There are so many things I missed before I met you, but there are so many memories we've made that I think about often. Things I'm so happy I was able to be a part of. Seeing you meet Cinderella was the most excited I've ever seen you. Seeing you meet Noah Schnapp was pretty awesome too. However, for me, the best memory I have with you is meeting David Harbour. It was just the two of us. So excited. SO MAD (me). But so excited all at the same time.Taking you to your first concert, Taylor Swift, on the hottest day of the year. Going to Atlanta and standing in the heat outside of the filming for Stranger Things. Going to see the Braves play and being miserable together. Folding clothes with you on the bed, just to hear you say to me; "EEEEWWWW. That's Daddy's panties and you're touchin' em." Hearing you sing songs with words you shouldn't say just yet. Our wedding. Our vacations. Our "week before Christmas" outings. These things and so much more, are things that bring my heart so much joy. 

My love for you? It's so hard to put into words. It's something that is so deep, that even I can't find the words for. You came into my life just when I needed you. God knew I needed a daughter to take care of. One who would look up to me in ways I never imagined. One that I would love so much more than I ever thought I could. One who needed me just as much as I needed her. There is a song that my heart has dedicated to you. It's called "Forever On Your Side" by Needtobreathe. The words to this song come straight from my heart to yours. It basically says that we can't control what all is going to happen in our lives, but that as long as we have each other, that's all that matters. As long as we have each other's love, everything will be okay. No matter what. That kind of love, the love I have for you, and the love you have for me, it knows no end. It always keeps going. When you are all grown up, and life is even more hard than it is right now, don't let life keep you down. And if it knocks you down, know that I'm always with you. I'm always here for you. I'm forever on your side. No matter what. You never have to face anything you go through by yourself, because I am right here. Always. Forever. As you read the lyrics to the song, remember how much I love you. 

Forever On Your Side by Needtobreathe

I won't pretend that we can control the night. Or what kind of road we're on, or where we will see the light. But right now I'm talking to you, I'm looking into your eyes. Right now I'm trying to show you that we're gonna be alright. Oh, I don't know what's around the bend. All I know, is that my love, it knows no end. All these pieces, they fall in line, because I'm forever on your side. Take my hand when you can't see the light, 'cause I'm forever on your side. I will carry you every time, 'cause I'm forever on your side. They'll beat you up, but don't let them keep you down. 'Cause you're always tough enough, and I'll always be around. Oh, I don't know, what's around the bend. All I know is that my love, it knows no end. Oh, I can't promise that a day will never come, where the ground beneath us falls out and we got nowhere to run. Oh, but you won't be alone when the waters start to rise up. No, you won't be alone my darling when the rain comes. Oh, I don't know what's around the bend. All I know, is that my love, it knows no end. All these pieces fall in line because I'm forever on your side.

On this day, and every other day of your life, I want you to know how much you are loved. The past 10 years with you has shown me a love like no other. Thank you for loving me like I'm your other Mom. It means so much to me that you do. To me, there is no "step" or "bonus", you are just my daughter. I pray you feel the love I have for you in everything you do. Whenever you are scared, think of me. I'm there. Whenever you feel anxious, think of me. I'm there. Whenever you feel alone, think of me. I'm there. I'm always there. I'm forever on your side. Don't ever feel like you are by yourself in life. Don't ever feel like you have no where to go. Don't ever feel like you have no one to turn to. I promise you, no matter what, I will love you. You mean more to me than you will ever understand. You light up my life every single day. This day will always be special to me. The day we met. The day I fell in love with my youngest daughter. Here's to the next thousand years. I love you Haylie Rae! 

"If ever there is a tomorrow when we are not together, there is something you must remember: You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we are apart... I'll always be with you." -Winnie the Pooh

My Girl (Part 1)

 "She ain't my blood, ain't got my name, but if she did I'd feel the same. I wasn't there for her first steps, but I ain't missed a ball game yet. And that ain't never gonna change. I could never walk away. Yeah, she's my baby my whole world. She ain't my blood but she's my, she's my girl." -Elvie Shane

November 16, 2012-November 16, 2022

I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I worked that day. I was nervous. I was excited. I prayed a lot. I prayed that you would like me. I prayed that we would hit it off quickly. I prayed that we would get along. I prayed that we would have a life long relationship. I prayed that one day you would love me. I prayed that one day you would be my Girl. I think I even prayed that one day I would be the banks for your river. Meeting you was one of the single best days of my entire life. I instantly fell in love with you. Some of my favorite things about you: your laugh, your smile, your loudness, your I don't care attitude, and your beauty. The way you love without trying. The way you always tell me you love me before you leave me. The way you hug me, even though you hate hugs. The way you still let me kiss your forehead whenever I want. The gift you gave me that I never would have had otherwise. The gift of a daughter. Not step. Not bonus. Just daughter. 

My heart is flooded with memories from our first years together. Going to UK games... basketball and football. Meeting Jarrod Polson together for the first time. In the pouring rain. I think that's the most excited I have ever seen you. The Softball field. Watching you hit. Watching you play second base. Watching you be the best one on the team. Going to Florida. The Zoo. The Pool. The Beach. Disney. The Beach. Almost having a wreck in the rain. The Beach. Your bathing suit incident. Singing "When I was your Man" over and over.  Watching our shows together. The Fosters. One Tree Hill. Secret Life of a Teenage Mom. High School Musical. Singing the songs from High School Musical. 

We had so much time to bond during the days of your Dad working 2nd shift. I am so thankful for those times and I think of them often. You always asked me if I needed help with Haylie or if I wanted you to do the dishes after dinner. You would take half of the list when we went to the grocery, and get the stuff on your list and bring it to the cart to save us time. You always helped me carry in the groceries when we got home, and always asked if I needed help putting them away. These will always be things I think of when I remember the early years. 

As you have grown, our relationship has grown as well. The love I have for you is a love I can never explain. It's a love that I never knew existed until we met. A few years ago, I heard a song for the first time. This song said exactly what I felt. The words that I wanted to say to you, but could never find. This song is my song for you. It's called Banks, by Needtobreathe. It basically says to you, that I will always be there no matter what you go through. And not only that I will be there, but that I want to be there. At the same time, I want you to still live your life the way you want, and I still want you to be yourself. I don't ever want to hold you back from anything you want to do. I don't ever want you to feel like you can't come to me for anything you are going though because that's what I'm here for. I want you to know that you are always enough. You are beautiful inside and out. You are always enough. You have a wonderful soul. You are always enough. Your smile and laugh can light up any room. You are always enough. I want to always hold you close, but I never want to hold you back from anything you want in life. I want to be the banks for your river. I only want you to be happy. I want you to feel like you are always enough. As you read the lyrics, please know all of this comes straight from my heart. 

Banks by Needtobreathe

I wanna be there when the voices in your head are loud enough to make you lose your mind. Just the same when you're dominating the day. I wanna be the one who's by your side. You know my love is not the jealous type. It doesn't matter if we win or lose. I could stay or I could come no matter where you're coming from. I can be the one to let you choose. You are beautiful and wild at every turn. Who am I to take control of that? But everybody needs a voice they can follow, when the water and the winds get bad. You know my love is not the jealous type. And it don't matter if we win or lose. I could push or I could pull, no matter what you're trying to do, as long as I can flow along with you. I ain't saying that you need my help, but you don't have to do it all by yourself. When the current gets strong and you need somewhere to rest your bones. I wanna be there for you. I wanna be strong for you. I wanna hold you close but never hold you back, just like the banks to the river. And if you ever feel like you are not enough, I'm gonna break all your mirrors. I wanna be there when the darkness closes in, to make the truth a little clearer. I wanna hold you close but never hold you back. I'll be the banks for your river.

On this day, and every other day of your life, I always want you to know that you are loved. I can't believe I have loved you for 10 years. It feels more like a lifetime. It always will. Thank you for always loving me as your friend and as your bonus mom. You light up my life in ways you'll never understand. This day will always be special to me. And to my heart. The day we met. The day I first heard you laugh. The day I fell in love with my oldest daughter. You'll always be my girl! I love you Hannah Renee! 

Proverbs 31:25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.

After The Rain

 "Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge." -Don Henley

In October of 1993, I began a new relationship. The most important relationship of my life. I was 13, and I had just had my heart broken for the first time. The day I met Jesus, I had no idea what the rest of my life would look like. I was a kid searching for my future. I immediately began going to youth group at my church. Youth group was, and remains a huge part of my Christian walk. My youth minister was one of my Christian mentors, and I still to this day remember things he said and things he taught me. Things I would always live by. Things like "Just because you love someone doesn't mean you are always going to like them." His grandmother used to say that. She also used to say "Just because someone is in your heart, don't mean they won't get in your hair." Things like this will never leave me. I've tried my best to always remember these statements. I had the same youth minister during all of my years of youth group. However, when I was a senior in high school, he and his family moved to a different church. To say I was heart broken is an understatement. He told me before he told the whole group, because of our history. We started out at a church in Lexington, then he left that church and went to one in Georgetown. So, I ended up going to the church in Georgetown. But now, he was headed a little farther away. I wouldn't be able to attend the church he moved to. The day he told me that he was leaving, I remember the feeling I had in my gut. I wanted to cry. I wanted to puke. I wanted to punch a hole in the wall. We were at a state youth convention when he told me, so I couldn't really do any of those things. The next day, we headed home in the church van. He had a new cassette tape he was playing, and it was an artist I was never that fond of. However, that day she spoke to me. It was a song called "Somewhere Down the Road" by Amy Grant. As the song played, I looked up at my youth minister in the rear view mirror. He smiled. As if to say, "I'll see you somewhere down the road." 

Those years of my youth shaped who I am today. When I look back on those years, I'm reminded of how much my relationship with God has been the stronghold in my life. No matter where I've been, or what I've been going through, He was the one true constant. He's always been faithful. There are two things in my life that get the credit of, "The hardest thing I've ever been through." One was my Dad's stroke. The second was the loss of my job. Which is the one I want to focus on a little bit. But, only a little bit. See, now I have healed from that. And that's what this story is about. In November of 2018 I lost my job due to an election outcome. I had been at the same job for 17 years. I was 21 when I started working there and I was 38 on my last day there. I had made lifelong friends at this job. Or, so I thought. Turns out I was wrong. And that was something I never thought I'd be wrong about. It was so hard to say goodbye to them on my last day. And even harder to say goodbye to them forever. It was a decision that I made after spending a lot of time praying about it. It took me a really long time to be content with it. Today, I can finally say, I've burned some bridges. Most of them make me a happier person. I remember the feeling I had in my gut. I wanted to cry. I wanted to puke. I wanted to punch a hole in the wall.

A month and a half after I lost my job, I started a new job. Kinda the same job, only in a different county. Two and a half years in, I was asked to be a Chief Deputy again. The same position I originally held at the office that I had left. I couldn't believe that this oppertunity arose. When the Clerk asked me, she wanted me to think about it. She knew what I had been through before, and wanted to make sure I knew for sure what I wanted to do. I prayed about it for one day. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. This is what I was meant to do. This was what I wanted. This was what God wanted. I accepted the position a little over a year ago. I'll forever be thankful for the Clerk for believing in me. The last year has helped me heal in more ways than I knew it could. God allowed all of this to happen to me, and He knew the outcome. He knew what I needed. He knew what my heart needed. On Monday of this week, that Clerk retired. She served 27 years and then some. There were happy tears for her. She will be missed for sure. 

Yesterday, the person I share Chief Deputy roles with took the test and was appointed as the new Circuit Clerk of Franklin County. She was sworn in yesterday afternoon. I'm really excited to start this new chapter with her. However, it didn't hit me until I was on my way home from work today, how truly happy I am. I usually listen to music on the way home from work, and I was listening to a playlist I made of 90's Christian music. I was almost home when the song came on. It was an artist I was never that fond of. It was a song called "Somewhere Down the Road" by Amy Grant. As I listened to the lyrics once again, it spoke to me in a much different way. I'm a true believer that things happen for a reason. I looked in the rear view mirror as the music played and I smiled. As if to say "THIS IS somewhere down the road." Here are the lyrics. 

"So much pain and no good reason why. You've cried until the tears run dry. And nothing here can make you understand. The one thing that you held so dear is slipping from your hands. And you say, why why why, does it go this way? Why why why? And all I can say is Somewhere down the road, there'll be answers to the questions. Somewhere down the road, though we may not see it now. Somewhere down the road, you will find mighty arms reaching for you. And they will hold the answers at the end of the road. Yesterday I thought I'd seen it all. I thought I'd climbed the highest wall. Now I see the learning never ends. And all I know to do is keep on walking. Walking round the bend, saying why why why, does it go this way? Why why why? And all I can say..." 

This is somewhere down the road. That moment when you realize that God had his hands all over the situation the whole time is something I can't explain to you. It's an overwhelming, wonderful, feel good feeling. It's an outpouring of tears of joy rolling down your face. Ten years ago, I met my husband. Ten years ago, we struggled. Almost 4 years ago when I lost my job, we struggled. But God was faithful. I can say now, we don't struggle. God has truly blessed us in our life and in our careers. I am thankful and will never take anything for granted that we've been given. I can honestly say, at this moment, I'm so thankful and even excited to go to work now. It's different where I am now. Different in so many good ways. Just remember, God can turn around any situation. Romans 8:28 Never be afraid of change. God is in control. 

"Blessed is she who believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her!" Luke 1:45

Head Games

Ever since I can remember, I never wanted anyone mad or upset with me. My Mom can tell you that I was never a hard kid to discipline because if I knew she was upset or disappointed in me, it tore my sole in half. So whatever I had done, chances are I never did it again. I couldn't handle the disappointment from my parents. Today, at the age of 41 and almost a half, I still feel the same way. So much so that I don't even want my worst enemy to be upset with me. There are some things inside my head right now that I just need to get out. Actually, a lot of it is in my heart too, which makes it harder. I can deal with head games easier than I can heart games. It's more personal once it gets in your heart. This might be a hard read for some. Normally my blogs are more upbeat. This one, not so much. I have an inner struggle right now that I can't say much about out in the open like this. It's an inner struggle that I can't even talk to many people about. It's an inner struggle that I chose. An inner struggle that God knew I could handle when He let me know it was in His plans for me. He never promised that it would be easy, He just promised that He and I together could handle it. What is this inner struggle? Motherhood. Wait... let me rephrase that... STEP Motherhood. 

-Step-Mom: A woman who is the wife or partner of one's father after the divorce of one's parents or the death of one's mother.

-Bonus-Mom: A female caregiver of a child who assumed the parental role through marriage to one of the child's biological parents. The second wife of a child's biological father.

-Mother: Bring up a child with care and affection; give birth to.

These definitions are hard to read for me. I get the "give birth to" part, but the rest is kinda just disrespectful. So since I didn't "give birth to" this child, I'm only "the wife of one's father after the divorce" or "caregiver of a child only by marriage"? See, I didn't give birth to any children, but I have two girls that I love just as much as if I did give birth to them, so these definitions are offensive. Society agrees with them though. Did you know that if my step-daughter wants to take her permit test, that I can't take her to get it? It has to be a legal parent. So basically, in the legal eyes, I'm just as good as a baby sitter to my step-kids. That's not only offensive and disrespectful, but it's very hurtful to think about. Most days, I can handle the way it makes me feel. But lately, it's been tough. I didn't realize how hard it was until this weekend. I always worry that maybe I am just "my husband's wife" and nothing more to them. It's just something I am working on getting rid of. It's the devil. And his head games. Or is it heart games? 

My husband gets his daughter every other weekend. This weekend she was here. This weekend was a great weekend. Until she left. It's that way every other weekend when she comes. But this weekend was a little different. After she left, I got my confirmation. She said something to me that I will never forget. Something that I needed to hear today more than she even could imagine. I've known her since she was 5 years old. She fell in love with me instantly and the feeling was mutual. All of these head/heart games I'm dealing with right now, they are all worth it. For her, everything is worth it. 

I've seen this meme that's been going around for a while now and I share it every time I see it. I shared it last night, and I just shared it again. This is what it says: "A good step-mom is not made-she is built. She is built by the hardships of her role, the tears she cries in secret, and by the lessons she learns through trial and error. The passionate step-mom lives in all of us. She makes mistakes. She has strong opinions she often can't express. She remains quiet when she wants to scream. She makes sacrifices others may not be capable of. She learns how to love in many different ways. And she gives. She gives her heart, her soul, and her life to making sure a child she didn't give birth to smiles, has wonderful memories, and - most importantly- feels loved." Perfect. All of it. Perfect words. 

Lauren Daigle is my girl. She is my absolute favorite. She speaks to me more than any other artist ever has. A song I needed today is called "I'm Yours". "Even the thunder and the wind obey, at the command of my Father, Father. I set my feet upon Your mighty Name. So let the rain fall harder, harder. So take my everything, my flesh and my blood. I lay me down at the alter, alter. I am forever covered in Your love, so let the rain fall. So let the waters rise, I will stand as the oceans roar. Let the earth shake beneath me. Let the mountains fall. You are God over the storm and I am Yours." My Father is always faithful. When the devil tries to strike up these head games, He always reminds me who is in control. And I'm always, always, always, reminded of my favorite Bible verse. Exodus 14:14 The Lord Himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.

I have songs for each one of my step-daughters. And I have decided to write separate blogs for those. My oldest step-daughter turns 25 this week. My youngest will be 15 in March. They are my entire heart and my whole world. It's a love I can't explain in words. But, I'm going to attempt to try in my next two blogs. It will be my "love story" with each of them. I'm excited to be back writing again. It helps. It's needed. I've been away too long. Meanwhile, I'll keep on this journey of MOTHERHOOD with my girls. No matter what the devil tries to make me feel, this girl ain't going anywhere!

"Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 'many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.'" Proverbs 31:28-29

Band-Aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes

"And when God opens this next door, you're going to understand why the enemy fought you so hard." -Unknown

A few weeks ago, TobyMac's facebook page shared the above quote on one of their daily "Speak Life" posts, and it nearly knocked me to the ground. Do you ever feel like the devil is inside of you? Like he just entered your body and took over your mind and thoughts? That's what I was feeling on the day I received the above quote on my Facebook time line. There have been way too many times when I have felt like I'm constantly fighting the devil from something. It's easier than we think for us to allow him inside. Most of the time, for me, it happens without me even realizing it. Whenever it happens, I feel like a different person. Not myself at all. Angry and easily irritated. Talking about things that don't matter. But the biggest thing that the devil does to me, is what would hurt the most. Bringing up the past. It's not always my past mistakes either. Actually, it's rarely my past mistakes. This time, it was my past hurts. My past that I thought I had healed from and moved on from.

One of the toughest hurts in the world is a broken relationship. Now, when I say broken relationship, I know everyone automatically thinks of a romantic relationship. That's not the kind I'm speaking of right now. Any type of a relationship can become broken at any moment. We, as humans, have all different types of relationships in our lives. For example, I am a child of God. I am a wife. I am a step-mom. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a daughter-in-law. I am a sister-in-law. I am an aunt. I am a cousin. I am a co-worker. I am an employee. It seems like there is one I am missing..... oh yeah. I am a friend. While I know all of these things are true, when the devil gets in me, he makes me think that I don't live up to all of these wonderful titles.

I honestly believe that God puts certain people in our lives at the times that we need them. I also believe that God may have a plan for us to not always need them. I know because I have experienced it. Sadly, there are people who leave our lives for a reason. The last thing God wants us to do is run after them. Which brings me to another quote I came across on my Facebook time line.

"When God shows you it's time to let someone go and you refuse to, He will allow the person to hurt you to the point you have no choice but to let go." -Unknown

Which is exactly what happened to me. Which is exactly what the devil kept reminding me of over and over again the past few weeks. I have a few friendships that have ended horribly. One of them was a childhood friendship. The other.... the other one was the greatest friendship I ever had with someone other than my husband or my Mom. She was more like my sister than my best friend. There wasn't anything she didn't know about me. I don't want to dwell too deep into it, mainly because it still hurts to even think about it. My point I want to make with this is, there was a reason that God didn't want these friendships to continue for me. I may not know why, but I know that it was in His will for my life.

So... as I'm in the middle of the devil's scheming, I hear a song. I was on my way to work one morning and I heard a song I hadn't heard in a while. It was by Zach Williams and it's called "Under My Feet". Here are some of the lyrics.

"You might not recognize me now.
Those chains that once surrounded me are layin on the ground.
You can't keep digging up my past.
You may have had a laugh or two but you won't get the last.
You might not recognize me now.

If you want scars I'll show you scars.
All the wounds upon the hands of light that pierced in the dark.
If I were you I'd be afraid.
'Cause everything you meant for guilt the cross has met with grace.

Maybe I was blind but now I see, maybe I was bound but now I'm free,
Maybe you need remindin' you're under my feet.
Maybe you're a lie that I don't need, maybe you should listen when I speak,
Maybe you need remindin' you're under my feet.

I think it's time you meet my maker, I think it's time you meet my maker.
I think it's time that you remember, I think it's time that you remember.

And maybe this is where we say farewell, maybe you should get on back to hell,
Maybe you need remindin' you're under my feet."

As I was driving and singing this song with tears in my eyes, I suddenly realized what had happened. He had done it again. Satan, I mean. He knows exactly how to get us. That's why he is our number one enemy. He is our bad blood. The good news is, there is a blood that covers all of our sins. So much so that we don't need that bad blood to flow through our veins any longer.

One of the most misinterpreted bible verses ever has to be Matthew 5:38 which says: "You have heard the law that says the punishment must match the injury; 'An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.'"
Now, if we leave it at that, it tells us that if someone wrongs you, then you repay it with a wrong to them. How many times have you heard someone say, "Well the bible says an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth."? This is one of those things that bothers me and makes me think that people actually think it's what it means. Or that's what they want it to mean. However, when you read verse 39 you realize that's actually NOT what it says, or what it means. It goes on to say, "But I say, do not resist an evil person! If someone slaps you on the right cheek, offer the other cheek also." In other words, it doesn't do us any good to hurt someone who has hurt us. We simply turn the other cheek to them, and let it go. Easier said than done, I know. From personal experience, I know.

So, how exactly is that accomplished? One word. Forgiveness. Nelson Mandela said, "When a deep injury is done to us, we never heal until we forgive." We have to take the old saying to heart, What Would Jesus Do? I know that Jesus got mad. Jesus got hurt. Jesus was betrayed by people He thought were His friends. Jesus fought the Enemy. Correction. Jesus FIGHTS the Enemy on a daily basis. All we have to do is trust Him. Give Him your hurts. Your battles. No matter what you think you know, I can tell you this. My God will CRUSH Satan and keep him under your feet. At all times. Read that again for me. At ALL times.

"The God of Peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. May the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you." Romans 16:20