People have asked me what kind of childhood I had and I tell them we were just like a Norman Rockwell picture. Godly parents, fun little sister, and a cute dog named Muffin. I belonged to a church that I loved. Happy, happy, happy! Then I turned 18. Lost my mind then I think because I did a 180 and went the opposite direction. A rebellion of sorts.
I dated a biker with 10 tattoos, partied, and kind of "forgot" about God. Don't you know that you are invincible at that age? I was invincible until I was 28! Oh, I went to church on and off during that time, but didn't focus on God. I just went and did my one hour a week. I was a good girl. Yeah right...
I met my husband Dave in 1988. He was my boss; he managed a restaurant that I worked at on the weekends. I know what you're thinking. Her boss??? Yep. We started out as friends and talked all the time. Then I saw him out and about. Wow, he sure looked different outside of work! We started dating, then got married in 1991 (in the church I loved growing up). He was raised in a Christian home also. Okay, I still wasn't a "regular" church goer, but life was good. He agreed to go to church at Christmas and Easter. I was good with that. Jordan was born in 1992, and baptized in the same church (the sprinkling of water on her head) where we promised to raise her in a Godly home. Oh. Yeah. Right. Jordan was sick from the time she was 4 months old until the day she turned 5 years old (asthma, bronchitis, and pneumonia constantly). She was cured then. Wow, that was a God thing! I started thinking that I needed to find a church home and get involved, for me and for Jordan. I was reborn at a Christmas pageant in 1997. I gave my life to Christ right there at the end of the pageant. Third best day in my life. First one was marrying Dave, second one was having Jordan. I starting going to church on a regular basis and loving life!
In January 2000 I found out that I was pregnant with Alex (deer caught in the headlights!). Dave had just lost his job so we decided, or let's say I decided to move to Georgia (right above Jacksonville, FL) to be near my family. Good thing too because Alex was born 2 months early at 3 lbs. 8 oz (I had pre-eclampsia). He was screaming so I knew that he was going to be okay. Thank you, God. I loved being near family, but did NOT like where we lived. We stayed for 3 years and then came back to Texas. We were so glad to be back, we cried when we crossed the Sabine River!
We went back to the church we attended when we lived here before, but it didn't feel the same after a while. I wasn't getting "fed" like I wanted. We went to another church, and same thing. Crud! We did not go to church for 2 years! By this time Jordan was 18 and Alex was 10. I knew a lot of people who went to Crosspoint. I decided one Sunday to go with my neighbor. Loved it! I went back again, this time by my self. Loved it again. The next time I brought my kids. They loved it, and as they say the rest is history. Crosspoint put us back on track! They have kids/singles that Jordan and Alex love. We belong to a church family now. Someday Dave will catch up. Life is good. Yeah…it really is.