From Surviving to Thriving

 My Beautiful Rebirth

I'm on my feet from the moment I wake until I lay down for bed. Literally! Between working full-time, often six days a week, raising two pre-teens, and nurturing an extraordinary relationship, life is a whirlwind. And that's just the tip of the iceberg of this wild, wonderful, and yes, even exotic journey I'm on.
What a beautiful life I get to live. For the past three years, I've been intensely focused on healing my mind, body, and soul. I've navigated tragic losses, faced near-death experiences, and stumbled hard more times than I can count. Yet, each fall only fueled my resolve to rise again, and again, and again. Now, standing in this season of my life, I can truly see how far I've come.

It took a long year of intense internal battles to completely release my self-will and surrender to God's will. But this wasn't like any "surrender" I'd spoken of before. This time, I woke up and quietly gave my life to God. I healed in silence and solitude, covered in the blood of Christ, and I have been reborn.
Since that complete surrender, I've been on fire! I've been moving strong, in one direction: forward and up. I'm doing only what serves my highest good, which is God. And what a beautiful rebirth it has been. I hear the sound of God's voice; I pray, and He answers, clearly.
For instance, the excruciating pain in my right knee and feet, which I suffered from for most of my life, is gone. When I asked God why, after 25 years, that pain just vanished, I heard His voice. It was absolute. God told me that I no longer feel that pain because I am no longer afraid of moving forward! Wow. It feels good to laugh at myself now, realizing that the mountain in front of me was always been myself. I'm laughing all the way to what is finally starting to feel like my best life ever! All my glory goes to God.

Chasing Dreams, Guided by God


I'm getting ready to move back to my home state, the place where my roots are. This move has been a long-time dream, and now it's finally a dream I'm making true. I'm just going for it, chasing my dreams with the same ambition I once used to chase a little clear baggy full of… well, you know. 🤮
My extraordinary man, my sun, truly inspired me. I've watched him move mountains regardless of obstacles, no matter what. He just does, in the same way Jesus just is. It's pure power. Witnessing his relentless pursuit of what he wants inspired me so much that I sat down, shut up, and listened. Guess what I heard? I heard God, and I truly listened. And I've been listening ever since. When God says move, I go. When God says no, I stop. And I have been the happiest I have ever been, ever.
I trust, and that's huge. I've learned to trust myself, which is even bigger. I am in the most beautiful relationship with a man I've dreamed of my entire life. His love is unmatched and irreplaceable, and I thank God every day for this man I get to build a life with. It's a true blessing that my kids get to grow up in his presence, witnessing what it's like to be around a man who provides security, unconditional love, and genuine structure. They are seeing, for the first time in their lives, their mom being loved properly by a man who never raises his voice, never says cruel things or anything to hurt their mom or them. He never puts his hands on their mom. He is only ever good, all the time! What a true blessing. Again, thank you, God.


Looking back, the lessons learned through loss, near-death experiences, and picking myself up again have been invaluable. They shaped me into the woman I am today, a woman who truly trusts in God's plan. If anything in my journey resonates with you, or if you've learned a powerful lesson through your own struggles, please share it. Your experiences can be a light for someone else.

The Unveiled Mother 🌛



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