It's what I was made for

When I used to be a teacher, I knew I was not in the right place.   I remember sitting on my back porch in Charlotte looking at my sweet new husband with tears streaming down my face and saying, "I hate my job."  He told me to quit.   I kept thinking to myself, if I am not meant to be a teacher, what am I meant to do?
I was 23 and I hated my job.  

Devastation set in.

Little did I know, God was growing me.  Preparing me for something much bigger than I could have ever imagined.  Of course that day that I sat between my steel blue house and detached garage, I did not know of His plan.  In fact at that time, I didn't even know he would move us more than 800 miles to Houston, Texas where I would meet the best friends of my whole life and start a ministry that would help young moms in crisis pregnancies.

Each Christmas I am reminded of God's plan for me.   This year was no different.  On December 5th, we walked into a beautifully decorated room at a neighborhood activity center.  We covered the tables with bright tablecloths and delicate poinsettias.  A life group from my church filled the room with wonderful smells of lasagna and garlic bread.  But, no one felt the true Christmas spirit until our girls walked in with their kids and husbands or boyfriends.   The best part was when Santa came in with Mrs. Claus and started handing out gifts.   This is what Christmas is all about and this is what I was made for.  Watching a young girl of a teen mom sit on Santa's lap is one of the sweetest things I have ever witnessed:

I am thankful for the trials and devastation God had me endure to get me where I am today.