Our July Out West

Here, I sit almost 2 years after this journey, still trying to process everything we saw, felt, and experienced. We traveled to 6 states in less than 30 days in 2 vehicles, 3 adults, 4 kids, and waaaaay too much camping gear. No, seriously…. I think saying we used half of what we brought would be an understatement, but we did make a lifetime of memories. I think this trip fundamentally changed all of us as we fell in love with a whole different way of life. We discovered our love/hate relationship with bell tenting camping and mother nature 😀🤣. It was amazing! But we also bonded and fell in love with God’s awesome creation! I am going to be pulling the pictures from this trip soon, and I’ll break it up so you can see each leg

Custer State Park, SD

Hello again…

I’d normally delete everything I’ve ever put up and completely start over… maybe I should, but I’m not because honestly it’s part of my story and my journey on life’s biggest adventure… Finding out who I am, why I’m here, and where am I supposed to be going. This has been a huge year for me. I have really grown spiritually and experienced healing mentally and emotionally. I no longer fear the unknown and trust that I am not in control. That has taken time to learn and accept. It really took me getting out of my own way. There have been some really hard times in my life. Although they have helped shape me… they do not define me. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on, working through, and truly learning while healing from the past. I can NOW see God working in my life even then. I see the amazing times I had with my grandparents and important people in my life at that time. It has taken me some time to see that because I had an anger inside of me that I didn’t understand. It’s hard not to be angry when you have to sift through piles of lies. I have learned, though, over the past year that holding on to anger only hurts me. As someone once said, “It’s like you drinking the poison expecting the other person to die,” and it’s so true. I was angry for the lies but I was also just hurt because I knew that every good memory I had growing up was now tainted with the knowledge that my mother and siblings were probably hurting while I was enjoying a family that wasn’t them and wasn’t really mine. Except they were mine. Those memories I had were real, and it took me healing the anger to see that God was all around. My birth father hurt a lot of people, and one day, he will have to answer for the ripple of pain and hurt he left in his wake, but it won’t be to me. I don’t want that burden. I am gladly handing that over to God and running the other direction. So instead, I’m focusing on me and how I can go ALL IN on God. I have been working on my mind and my spirit, but now I need to add in body. So I have been really intentional about walking and eating healthier, and it was really inspired by getting to know my new brother and his family. That’s right, I said NEW, brother… so to keep his privacy… well, his… I won’t reveal anything identifying other than he is my brother, and he is the same age as me because that is an important factor in how this relationship develops. When I found out about him It literally through my entire world for a loop. Like literally knocked me right to rock bottom…. I felt the real depth of my anger for the first time. Not towards my brother but for my brother. I know without a doubt that God has always had a plan for us, and this is only the beginning. I don’t know what it is, but I feel it deep inside me that him and I are going to go through something big together. So this will be the start of what I hope is many blogs about what has been going on the past 2 years and this amazing journey that God is preparing me for.

The Story of Me Pt1

( Disclaimer… I am not an english major and I type the way I talk… sorry not sorry)

So with my story I struggle on where to actually begin… Do I start all the way at the beginning? Or do I start with the last time I saw my mom as a child? Or after my surgery when I started having flashbacks? It’s so hard to choose because when I tell the story I always catch myself say , “wait hold on let me back up…” I have seriously started this I think 5 times over the past year. To no avail though I give into fear and leave it in drafts until it’s relevance wears off. So I think I’ll start when I’m 5 and this dream that has literally stuck with me for 31 years…

I remember in my dream waking up and looking around and being a little confused of my surroundings but also aware that today was the day that I start a new life with a new house, new school, and new name. Would anyone know? Why do I feel so weird? Why is it no matter how hard I try I can’t remember anything? Then all of a sudden I can see someone standing across a kitchen counter from me holding out their arms… I must be a baby because I can barely move my legs to walk across to her, before I can reach her I wake up again but for real this time…. Same new house, same new life, same new name… same struggle of remembering anything before waking up in this house.

Flash forward to when I am 8 years old… I remember the first time I picked up the book at the school library. What book you say? Well the very book that would turn my life upside down…. see I didn’t remember anything before I started this new life in a new town with a new name I guess time had blocked it out. So back to the title of the book…. The Face on The Milk Carton… who else read that book as a kid???

Little did I know that it would bring things up in me that I didn’t even know were there… tune in to pt 2 as I continue to share this journey.

What in the world are we doing?

You ever wake up, look around and wonder, “How did I get here?”? I’m sure it’s a fairly normal thought for people overwhelmed with life, but I think most people just let the thought pass then continue on with their day. I on the other hand took the thought as something I can not ignore. Maybe it is because of my past or maybe it is because my soul crys out for something more not just for me but for my family. This can not be what life is all about can it? Piles of laundry, never ending dishes and demands from little versions of myself. An overworked husband struggling to keep it all together while we communicate through eye blinks and hand motions across the room. Would we have ended up together if we had lived the lives we were both born into? How have we ended up in these parallel lives? We created these kids and this family and are we giving them the life they are meant to have? Do we nurture them or unknowingly hinder them? Maybe it’s just me 🤷‍♀️ I don’t know. I however, am determined to find out. I have decided to start this blog to document this journey as we push the limits, find our purpose, and a live life full of adventure and blessings for our family. My personal journey will also be featured as I walk through my story. For me it started 34 years ago when my birth father made a decision that would cause a ripple affect that continues to be felt. One decision led to a series of events that forever changed the course of my life and what it would have been. This my journey of uncovering the truth, walking through the aftermath and finding my own identity.

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