Have you ever been frustrated or mad at God? I have. I spent age ten until twenty-five mad at God because He took my grandfather away. Well, that’s what my 10 year old brain processed it as, anyway. My grandfather was the first man I had a close relationship with. It was not that my dad wasn’t in the picture, because he was to a small extent, however he was going to college to become a registered nurse so he could support his family – that being his wife (my mom), my older sister and I.
While my dad was an hour away going to college full-time, my mom worked full time, very long hours, and my grandfather – her dad – would watch us after school. My grandfather and I were very close. He was a loving man, a fair man, and would spend hours cuddling with me when I needed that. On April 1st, 1990, my grandfather went to be with the Lord. He died in his sleep, very peacefully, of a heart attack.
I was a very mad little girl. I blamed God for taking him away from me. Prior to his death, I had dreams of both my dad and my grandfather giving me away at my wedding. When he died, that dream was shattered. He would never meet my children. He would not see me as an adult. And it was all God’s fault.
I now realize how stupid that anger and angst was.
Lately I have been watching “Bruce Almighty”. It is quite a funny movie, even if there is a descent amount of blasphemy involved in the first half of the movie. One of the parts that I keep thinking back to is the part where Bruce is on his way into a giant building that is named “OMNI PRESENTS”. As he is on his way in, he is looking at his surroundings as he walks, not paying attention to where his feet are landing, and he manages to stick a third of his left leg into a hole filled with water. When he pulls it out, he says, “GOD! LOOK! WHAT IS THAT??? What is that????? Gah! Geez! Thank you! Thank you again!” as he is gesturing as though God himself put that puddle there for him to step in.
That makes me wonder how often I do that. How often am I not paying attention and I manage to stick my foot into a pit of mud or water or quicksand, only to look up and blame God for my inability to pay attention. Had Bruce lined up with God’s direction for his life, Bruce would not be in that warehouse district to meet with God to begin with.
That movie also makes me wonder what I would do if I were endowed with God’s powers. From even the smallest amount that I can fathom that – which, I know my human brain is incapable of imagining that kind of power – I know I would not fare any better than Bruce did in that movie. If you have not yet seen that movie, I definitely recommend that you do so. It is pretty funny and it is definitely thought provoking.
I do want to apologize for not posting sooner. This week was the C3 conference at my church and I was being the hands and feet to the best of my human ability, which left me with precious little time for personal anything…like sleep. :)
God bless you in your walk today!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Delight
Today I will delight myself in the Lord!
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I felt urged to be thankful to God for what He has put in my life. So I thanked Him for my son, for Him coming into my heart, for my job, for my house, for my vehicle, for making me whole and filling in those places that the world likes to tell me I'm not good enough when, truly, I am.
In my quiet time this morning, I came across Isaiah 1:19-20: "If you are willing and obedient, you will eat the good things of the land; but if you resist and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword."
I don't want to be devoured by the sword. Frankly, that sounds painful. I know it isn't necessarily taken in the literal sense. The "sword" could be sexual immorality, overeating, lying, stealing, hatred, anger, jealousy, bitterness, coveting (James 4:1-3 "What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.") ....the list could go on. I don't want to be the one that my friends say, "She had so much promise..." or "It's just too bad..."
Today, I stand in victory. Today, I have dominion over the things of the earth instead of the earth having dominion over me. God has restored me and set my feet upon the path HE would have me go.
Have a wonderfully blessed day friends!
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I felt urged to be thankful to God for what He has put in my life. So I thanked Him for my son, for Him coming into my heart, for my job, for my house, for my vehicle, for making me whole and filling in those places that the world likes to tell me I'm not good enough when, truly, I am.
In my quiet time this morning, I came across Isaiah 1:19-20: "If you are willing and obedient, you will eat the good things of the land; but if you resist and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword."
I don't want to be devoured by the sword. Frankly, that sounds painful. I know it isn't necessarily taken in the literal sense. The "sword" could be sexual immorality, overeating, lying, stealing, hatred, anger, jealousy, bitterness, coveting (James 4:1-3 "What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.") ....the list could go on. I don't want to be the one that my friends say, "She had so much promise..." or "It's just too bad..."
Today, I stand in victory. Today, I have dominion over the things of the earth instead of the earth having dominion over me. God has restored me and set my feet upon the path HE would have me go.
Have a wonderfully blessed day friends!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Transitions
Though it has been icing and snowing here for the last 4 days, I decided to drive my son up to my sister. Actually, she and her family met me at the roller rink a few towns over because they were itching to get out of the house, so it was a convenient place for us to meet. I need a couple of days to not be mom.
This week has been tough on many levels. It has been tough on me personally because of the break-up. I've been praying through it and, honestly, God has shown me WHY it was so necessary - both the actual relationship as well as the break-up. But he has also shown me a great deal about myself through this. Let me just admit right now that it is not all pretty. It's down right uncomfortable, if you want to know the honest truth.
I'm changing. Again. I feel like every time I get to a point where I've gone through the fire and things are finally starting to calm down, another fire is popping up around me. There are days I crawl to God on my face and tell Him it is too much. It is in those times that I am doing exactly what He wants me to do: Be quiet, listen and, most of all, TRUST HIM.
SettingCaptivesFree.com is an amazing website. I do have to retract something I said in an earlier post. They actually do have a course on quitting smoking. Right now I'm working on The Lord's Table to help me deal with a lifetime of overeating. So far I am 21 days into it and I have changed a lot since I started.
A few weeks ago, God revealed to me why I started overeating in the first place. I was in the 2nd grade and I never felt like my parents had time for me. That was right around the time they started telling me, "You should be more like your sister." It seemed that they had endless amounts of time for my sister and their careers and their friends, but when I truly NEEDED to be listened to or just needed their time, they were too busy. I felt a void in my life that nothing seemed to fill.
One night after my parents sent me to bed, I waited 10 minutes so that they could get into whatever television program they were watching and snuck into the kitchen. I crawled onto the counter and got down a box of cookies. I started eating without thought. I couldn't tell you how many I ate, however I can tell you it was probably most of the box. My dad did walk in and catch me, and I scurried off the counter and ran to my room.
He came in and talked to me about it, but didn't really listen to what I needed to say. Every time after that, whenever I felt like I was ignored or pushed aside as much as I could take, I ate. I would save my lunch money that my parents gave me and spend it on junk food at the local gas station. There was a point where I would even steal candy while buying other candy. It was sad.
I grew up eating in secret. My mom taught me that one. She would stop by a gas station or a fast food restaurant on the way to dinner with the family and get something and then she would eat a full meal with the family. Overeating, eating when emotional, and secret eating became my life. Until now.
I'm transitioning into a person that I never knew could exist inside of me. A woman of moderation, if you will. A woman who is living to please God, not just with her actions, but with her body. I am learning to feed on Jesus rather than food to get that soulish fullness that I have been looking for. Dealing with a lot of emotional turmoil surrounding the break up has definitely tested me a great deal. I won't lie and say that I have over come every urge to eat, because I haven't, but I have overcome the desire to eat so much that I feel or make myself sick.
I'm not posting this to lay blame on my parents for my eating disorder. I'm about to be 31 and I think it is high time I grew up and took responsibility for my own actions. I have forgiven my parents for their part in this. They did what they knew to do. I didn't grow up in a Christian household, so this living by faith thing is relatively new if you consider that.
I know that I'm going to fail as a parent in one aspect or another to my son. I am certainly not setting out to do so, but it is inevitable. I can only pray that God will give him the heart to forgive me because I did the best that I could when it is all said and done.
May God richly bless you and yours. Be safe out there. <3
This week has been tough on many levels. It has been tough on me personally because of the break-up. I've been praying through it and, honestly, God has shown me WHY it was so necessary - both the actual relationship as well as the break-up. But he has also shown me a great deal about myself through this. Let me just admit right now that it is not all pretty. It's down right uncomfortable, if you want to know the honest truth.
I'm changing. Again. I feel like every time I get to a point where I've gone through the fire and things are finally starting to calm down, another fire is popping up around me. There are days I crawl to God on my face and tell Him it is too much. It is in those times that I am doing exactly what He wants me to do: Be quiet, listen and, most of all, TRUST HIM.
SettingCaptivesFree.com is an amazing website. I do have to retract something I said in an earlier post. They actually do have a course on quitting smoking. Right now I'm working on The Lord's Table to help me deal with a lifetime of overeating. So far I am 21 days into it and I have changed a lot since I started.
A few weeks ago, God revealed to me why I started overeating in the first place. I was in the 2nd grade and I never felt like my parents had time for me. That was right around the time they started telling me, "You should be more like your sister." It seemed that they had endless amounts of time for my sister and their careers and their friends, but when I truly NEEDED to be listened to or just needed their time, they were too busy. I felt a void in my life that nothing seemed to fill.
One night after my parents sent me to bed, I waited 10 minutes so that they could get into whatever television program they were watching and snuck into the kitchen. I crawled onto the counter and got down a box of cookies. I started eating without thought. I couldn't tell you how many I ate, however I can tell you it was probably most of the box. My dad did walk in and catch me, and I scurried off the counter and ran to my room.
He came in and talked to me about it, but didn't really listen to what I needed to say. Every time after that, whenever I felt like I was ignored or pushed aside as much as I could take, I ate. I would save my lunch money that my parents gave me and spend it on junk food at the local gas station. There was a point where I would even steal candy while buying other candy. It was sad.
I grew up eating in secret. My mom taught me that one. She would stop by a gas station or a fast food restaurant on the way to dinner with the family and get something and then she would eat a full meal with the family. Overeating, eating when emotional, and secret eating became my life. Until now.
I'm transitioning into a person that I never knew could exist inside of me. A woman of moderation, if you will. A woman who is living to please God, not just with her actions, but with her body. I am learning to feed on Jesus rather than food to get that soulish fullness that I have been looking for. Dealing with a lot of emotional turmoil surrounding the break up has definitely tested me a great deal. I won't lie and say that I have over come every urge to eat, because I haven't, but I have overcome the desire to eat so much that I feel or make myself sick.
I'm not posting this to lay blame on my parents for my eating disorder. I'm about to be 31 and I think it is high time I grew up and took responsibility for my own actions. I have forgiven my parents for their part in this. They did what they knew to do. I didn't grow up in a Christian household, so this living by faith thing is relatively new if you consider that.
I know that I'm going to fail as a parent in one aspect or another to my son. I am certainly not setting out to do so, but it is inevitable. I can only pray that God will give him the heart to forgive me because I did the best that I could when it is all said and done.
May God richly bless you and yours. Be safe out there. <3
Monday, January 31, 2011
Further Testing...
Sunday evening was certainly a trial. The man I was dating came over and we sat and talked and he decided that he needed a break. I told him that I don't disagree. A lot has changed in his life recently and the dust needs to settle. On top of that, the fact that he is still technically married has always given me cause for concern. Mostly because I know God still sees him as a married man and that puts me out of line with God's will. Another part, a fleshly part of course, was concerned because, well, what if they ended up getting back together? Where would that leave me? I couldn't be mad at him. I would be, but it wouldn't be justified because I knew what I was getting into to begin with.
So we are currently on a "trial separation" for the next couple of weeks. It's still difficult, my heart hurts, but God is seeing me through this. I have had invitations from friends to go out with them this coming Saturday to a club. As much as I would like to lose myself in alcohol, loud music, and scantily clad people, I know that is not where I NEED to be, so I asked a friend to go to dinner with me. She gladly accepted. She knows my heart and knows what I need right now. I love her dearly for helping me through a rather difficult time in my life.
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It occurred to me that I never really posted why I have decided to start this blog, so here it goes!
I am a single mom to a 5 year old little boy. His dad is not in our lives, so I am the second provider (God always being the first) for both of us. The last 5 years of my life have been...amazing. I have gone through some of the most troubling times, and God has been there to carry me through. I can honestly say that He has allowed me to fall on my face because of my selfish indulgence and outright disobedience, but I know He still loves me.
I want my life to inspire others to follow the path God has laid out for them, even when it is difficult. If I can encourage anyone with what I have gone through, even if it is just one person with this blog, I will feel truly blessed indeed.
I plan to post 2-3 times per week. I realize that, like me, everyone has a busy schedule and their first priority after getting home from work is not to rush to the computer to see if someone has posted a new blog. Family, friend, and volunteer opportunities do take presidence, as they do in my life. I promise to be as open and honest as God leads me to be. Please feel free to ask me questions and I will do my absolute best to respond.
Until next time, be safe and may God lovingly bless you and yours. In Him. Miss B.
So we are currently on a "trial separation" for the next couple of weeks. It's still difficult, my heart hurts, but God is seeing me through this. I have had invitations from friends to go out with them this coming Saturday to a club. As much as I would like to lose myself in alcohol, loud music, and scantily clad people, I know that is not where I NEED to be, so I asked a friend to go to dinner with me. She gladly accepted. She knows my heart and knows what I need right now. I love her dearly for helping me through a rather difficult time in my life.
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It occurred to me that I never really posted why I have decided to start this blog, so here it goes!
I am a single mom to a 5 year old little boy. His dad is not in our lives, so I am the second provider (God always being the first) for both of us. The last 5 years of my life have been...amazing. I have gone through some of the most troubling times, and God has been there to carry me through. I can honestly say that He has allowed me to fall on my face because of my selfish indulgence and outright disobedience, but I know He still loves me.
I want my life to inspire others to follow the path God has laid out for them, even when it is difficult. If I can encourage anyone with what I have gone through, even if it is just one person with this blog, I will feel truly blessed indeed.
I plan to post 2-3 times per week. I realize that, like me, everyone has a busy schedule and their first priority after getting home from work is not to rush to the computer to see if someone has posted a new blog. Family, friend, and volunteer opportunities do take presidence, as they do in my life. I promise to be as open and honest as God leads me to be. Please feel free to ask me questions and I will do my absolute best to respond.
Until next time, be safe and may God lovingly bless you and yours. In Him. Miss B.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Testing, Testing....
God tests us. No where is that more evident than in Job. While God personally does not do the testing, He does take the hedge of protection that He has cast around Job away so that Satan has the ability to "mess with" (if you will) Job's belongings: "The LORD said to Satan, "Very well, then, everything he has is in your hands, but on the man himself do not lay a finger." Then Satan went out from the presence of the LORD." Job 1:12
Why does God allow this? Some people compare God to a bully. He has the ability to stop things, but He doesn't. He has the ability to take all your woes and insecurities and troubles away, but He doesn't. If God did take away all of our troubles, what would be the point of living? Some of the most amazing blessings I have received have come out of the darkest times in my life. If God didn't allow us to be tested, we would never know how strong we really are.
During times of trouble, do you run to God? Do you run to food? Do you run to smoking? Do you run to drugs or sleep or sex or alcohol or TV or..........? What do you do to make yourself feel better in the midst of a storm? What do you do to find just a moment where you aren't hurting when everything around you seems to hurt?
Until last night, I ran to smoking and food. I am in a relationship (I think) with a man who is in the middle of divorce. Lately he has been distancing himself, breaking plans that he himself made, and, in my mind, been disrespectful. I'm not here to list out all the things he has done wrong and how bad I think he is. Honestly, he is a good guy, but there are things that each partner need in a relationship. While I feel like I'm giving him everything he has asked for, I don't feel like that same respect is being returned.
In the past, I would run to food. I would stick my head in my refrigerator and not extract it unless I ran out of air or food, whichever came first. I would then grab a pack of cigarettes, sit on the patio and smoke until my lungs would beg me to stop so they could get some clean air. Neither of these are good or pleasing to God, nor are they bringing honor to the temple (my body) that God provided me. In fact, until recently, I hadn't realized how sinful those actions were.
I am currently working on a course, settingcaptivesfree.com, that has helped me understand just how sinful overeating is. They do not have a course on smoking, however I find that their teaching on the sin of overeating is very much helping me with quitting smoking.
As a note: I have friends that will read this blog that have known me for years, and they never knew that I smoked, or if they did, they were kind enough to not call me on it. I hid my smoking because I was ashamed of it. I didn't think anyone would understand. Why wouldn't you understand? Because it was a sin and I didn't have enough excuses that I knew would make you stop asking me why I smoke.
All of that aside, last night, while I lay in bed hurting emotionally, I cried out to Jesus. So many emotions ran through me. The urge to binge and to smoke were overwhelming to the point of me putting some serious thought behind doing it. Then a quote I posted on my Facebook page came to mind:
Men are in a restless pursuit after satisfaction in earthly things. They will exhaust themselves in the deceitful delights of sin, and, finding them all to be vanity and emptiness, they will become very perplexed and disappointed. But they will continue their fruitless search. Though wearied, they still stagger forward under the influence of spiritual madness, and though there is no result to be reached except that of everlasting disappointment, yet they press forward. They have no forethought for their eternal state; the present hour absorbs them. They turn to another and another of earth's broken cisterns, hoping to find water where not a drop was ever discovered yet. ~ Charles Spurgeon
How many years did I spend pursuing empty, earthly things to fill those places that are hurting inside of me? How many years did I spend eating until the point of illness to fill the void that I felt inside of me? How much money have I wasted on food and cigarettes to fill those places?
Last night I chose to not run to either of those things. I ran to God. I cried, I prayed, I listened, I talked.... It came down to me praying for HIS will to be done, and not my own. And more crying. But I allowed myself to feel all of those emotions. If you don't allow yourself to FEEL, you'll never learn how to deal with strong emotion.
After all is said and done, I know that I have put everything I can into this relationship. I have been open and honest and transparent. If this relationship with this man does not end up being anything more than it has been to this point, then I feel blessed to have known him. It will still hurt, but I know that God still loves me. I know that, to God, I am still beautiful and worthy and, above all, His child. His child that He has other plans for. For that I will praise Him.
If it works out that this man understands what I'm feeling and we come back together and make this work, then I will praise God all the same. I'll praise God through my storms as well as my victories. Why? Because I know that God is good and He will make all things work out to glorify HIS kingdom, not the kingdom of Brandy.
God is testing me. He is allowing the evil one to come at me in this manner at this time because I have so recently broken free of gluttonous eating and smoking. My old self would run to the refrigerator and cigarettes. God is testing my resolve and discipline and brokenness. A farmer cannot plant a seed until the soil has been tilled, the same as God cannot plant a seed in us until we have been broken.
Until next time, God bless you and yours. <3
Why does God allow this? Some people compare God to a bully. He has the ability to stop things, but He doesn't. He has the ability to take all your woes and insecurities and troubles away, but He doesn't. If God did take away all of our troubles, what would be the point of living? Some of the most amazing blessings I have received have come out of the darkest times in my life. If God didn't allow us to be tested, we would never know how strong we really are.
During times of trouble, do you run to God? Do you run to food? Do you run to smoking? Do you run to drugs or sleep or sex or alcohol or TV or..........? What do you do to make yourself feel better in the midst of a storm? What do you do to find just a moment where you aren't hurting when everything around you seems to hurt?
Until last night, I ran to smoking and food. I am in a relationship (I think) with a man who is in the middle of divorce. Lately he has been distancing himself, breaking plans that he himself made, and, in my mind, been disrespectful. I'm not here to list out all the things he has done wrong and how bad I think he is. Honestly, he is a good guy, but there are things that each partner need in a relationship. While I feel like I'm giving him everything he has asked for, I don't feel like that same respect is being returned.
In the past, I would run to food. I would stick my head in my refrigerator and not extract it unless I ran out of air or food, whichever came first. I would then grab a pack of cigarettes, sit on the patio and smoke until my lungs would beg me to stop so they could get some clean air. Neither of these are good or pleasing to God, nor are they bringing honor to the temple (my body) that God provided me. In fact, until recently, I hadn't realized how sinful those actions were.
I am currently working on a course, settingcaptivesfree.com, that has helped me understand just how sinful overeating is. They do not have a course on smoking, however I find that their teaching on the sin of overeating is very much helping me with quitting smoking.
As a note: I have friends that will read this blog that have known me for years, and they never knew that I smoked, or if they did, they were kind enough to not call me on it. I hid my smoking because I was ashamed of it. I didn't think anyone would understand. Why wouldn't you understand? Because it was a sin and I didn't have enough excuses that I knew would make you stop asking me why I smoke.
All of that aside, last night, while I lay in bed hurting emotionally, I cried out to Jesus. So many emotions ran through me. The urge to binge and to smoke were overwhelming to the point of me putting some serious thought behind doing it. Then a quote I posted on my Facebook page came to mind:
Men are in a restless pursuit after satisfaction in earthly things. They will exhaust themselves in the deceitful delights of sin, and, finding them all to be vanity and emptiness, they will become very perplexed and disappointed. But they will continue their fruitless search. Though wearied, they still stagger forward under the influence of spiritual madness, and though there is no result to be reached except that of everlasting disappointment, yet they press forward. They have no forethought for their eternal state; the present hour absorbs them. They turn to another and another of earth's broken cisterns, hoping to find water where not a drop was ever discovered yet. ~ Charles Spurgeon
How many years did I spend pursuing empty, earthly things to fill those places that are hurting inside of me? How many years did I spend eating until the point of illness to fill the void that I felt inside of me? How much money have I wasted on food and cigarettes to fill those places?
Last night I chose to not run to either of those things. I ran to God. I cried, I prayed, I listened, I talked.... It came down to me praying for HIS will to be done, and not my own. And more crying. But I allowed myself to feel all of those emotions. If you don't allow yourself to FEEL, you'll never learn how to deal with strong emotion.
After all is said and done, I know that I have put everything I can into this relationship. I have been open and honest and transparent. If this relationship with this man does not end up being anything more than it has been to this point, then I feel blessed to have known him. It will still hurt, but I know that God still loves me. I know that, to God, I am still beautiful and worthy and, above all, His child. His child that He has other plans for. For that I will praise Him.
If it works out that this man understands what I'm feeling and we come back together and make this work, then I will praise God all the same. I'll praise God through my storms as well as my victories. Why? Because I know that God is good and He will make all things work out to glorify HIS kingdom, not the kingdom of Brandy.
God is testing me. He is allowing the evil one to come at me in this manner at this time because I have so recently broken free of gluttonous eating and smoking. My old self would run to the refrigerator and cigarettes. God is testing my resolve and discipline and brokenness. A farmer cannot plant a seed until the soil has been tilled, the same as God cannot plant a seed in us until we have been broken.
Until next time, God bless you and yours. <3
Welcome
I am always puzzled about how to introduce myself so I will do it quite simply.
Hi. :) My name is Brandy and I am a sold-out Jesus freak. I am a single mom to an amazing little boy. I work full time at a career I love for two amazing bosses that support me in all that I do, both professionally and personally.
Before I begin, allow me to explain the name of my blog by using the definition of each word. (Definitions brought to you by Dictionary.com)
Modern
–adjective
1. of or pertaining to present and recent time; not ancient or remote: modern city life.
2. characteristic of present and recent time; contemporary; not antiquated or obsolete: modern viewpoints.
The Bible is the best seller of all time. According to Bibleresources.com, the Bible has been translated into 2,018 languages with countless more partial translations. The Bible never goes out of fashion like a dress does, it does not become obsolete because someone else has come out with another book that may top it (though MANY have tried), and it holds the esteem of being the first book ever printed on the "modern" printing press in 1454 A.D.
Mosaic
–noun
1. a picture or decoration made of small, usually colored pieces of inlaid stone, glass, etc.
It can be said that a human being is made up of his or her experiences. If you were to ask me who I was as a person, I would say that I am many things: A Christian, a mom, an employee, a manager, a sister, an aunt, a volunteer, a creative individual, a sand volleyball fanatic, someone who likes to make a joyful noise (who cannot carry a tune in a bucket). I have hurts and struggles and joys. I am who I am because of the gifts God has imparted to me and the experiences I have had in the last 31 years.
Mom
–noun
1. a female parent.
Well, that is kind of self explanatory. I am a mom. I gave birth to my son 5 years ago and it was the second most awe inspiring moment I have lived through. The first is the day I accepted God as my Lord and Savior. Some people may disagree with me, but I am okay with that. God is the reason for who I am and what I have. My son changed my life forever, but God changed my life first.
This is my journey. I welcome your input/comments/suggestions and I look forward to getting to know you as you get to know me.
Hi. :) My name is Brandy and I am a sold-out Jesus freak. I am a single mom to an amazing little boy. I work full time at a career I love for two amazing bosses that support me in all that I do, both professionally and personally.
Before I begin, allow me to explain the name of my blog by using the definition of each word. (Definitions brought to you by Dictionary.com)
Modern
–adjective
1. of or pertaining to present and recent time; not ancient or remote: modern city life.
2. characteristic of present and recent time; contemporary; not antiquated or obsolete: modern viewpoints.
The Bible is the best seller of all time. According to Bibleresources.com, the Bible has been translated into 2,018 languages with countless more partial translations. The Bible never goes out of fashion like a dress does, it does not become obsolete because someone else has come out with another book that may top it (though MANY have tried), and it holds the esteem of being the first book ever printed on the "modern" printing press in 1454 A.D.
Mosaic
–noun
1. a picture or decoration made of small, usually colored pieces of inlaid stone, glass, etc.
It can be said that a human being is made up of his or her experiences. If you were to ask me who I was as a person, I would say that I am many things: A Christian, a mom, an employee, a manager, a sister, an aunt, a volunteer, a creative individual, a sand volleyball fanatic, someone who likes to make a joyful noise (who cannot carry a tune in a bucket). I have hurts and struggles and joys. I am who I am because of the gifts God has imparted to me and the experiences I have had in the last 31 years.
Mom
–noun
1. a female parent.
Well, that is kind of self explanatory. I am a mom. I gave birth to my son 5 years ago and it was the second most awe inspiring moment I have lived through. The first is the day I accepted God as my Lord and Savior. Some people may disagree with me, but I am okay with that. God is the reason for who I am and what I have. My son changed my life forever, but God changed my life first.
This is my journey. I welcome your input/comments/suggestions and I look forward to getting to know you as you get to know me.
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