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Well, this is a whole new experience for me! I am a newbie to blogging, but I was an English major in college so it won't take me long to get comfortable. I really feel like quite a foreigner on this site because I am not a homeschooling mom, nor am I a stay-at-home mom. I work outside the home 40+ hours a week, as the Leann Rhimes song goes,"somethin's gotta give." I hope that this blog will be of interest to some, if not I'm going to write anyway, it'll be neat for my kids to read so they can understand this process that I am beginning. I'm from a long line of working women...one of my great-grandmothers worked, as did one of my grandmothers, my mother, all of my aunts, both of my sisters, and I have been working since the age of 16. My mom was a single parent raising three daughters, and ,thankfully, she instilled workhorse work ethic in all of us. Her parents raised her and her four brothers that way...my family believes in giving each other a leg up, but after that everyone has to make their own way, no lazy moochers in this family! When I started having kids it was no different. I was fortunate enough to stay home with my daughter, Summer, for the first year. My husband (at the time) was injured on the job and so back to work I went. When our son, J.D., was born three years later, I stayed home for 5 months, then God sent me back to work. I know that sounds funny but that is exactly what happened! I was quite content staying home when one day my old boss called and asked if I wanted my job back. Within minutes, I went from being completely content at home to begging my husband to support my decision to return to work. I felt CRAZY, what was happening to me? My conscious mind could NOT understand the change that had happened in my heart. Seven weeks later my church-going, breadwinning husband left me for someone else. Soon after, I found out that they were expecting a child together. So now you understand why I say, "God sent me back to work." In His great wisdom He knew that I was about to be in a pickle! With my third child (Baby Colton), my now-husband, Jeff, and I could only afford to survive on one income for 6 weeks. That was one of the top 3 "Worst Days of My Life"! Baby Colton, just 6 weeks old, got dropped off at the sitter, and off I went to work a full 40 hour week. But now I feel another tugging at my heart. Picture this: You are driving around trying to find your destination with a self-drawn map, and becoming more lost and confused with each passing minute. You stop at a mom-and-pop gas station to double check your map and get turned in the right direction. The attendant, who is also a local, chuckles at your map and says, "Close, but no cigar. Scratch this, and follow MY directions." WHAT? But this is a self-drawn map! I checked it on MapQuest, it has to be correct! So that's where I am. God threw my self-drawn map away and has given me His map, it is the only one that I have to go by now. God is calling me home...I don't mean "home" as in the up yonder. I mean home as in where I park my car, where I plant my garden, where I cuddle with my kids, where my kitchen table is. Home, with the handprints on the walls, where the much-under-loved dog, ShelbyLou, resides. Home, where my husband and I hangout together. You know....Home! So what choice do I have? If that is where He wants me then there has to be a way to get there, right? He will provide a way.
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