When I was a small girl, I dreamed of growing up and getting married to my knight in shining armor, and galloping off into the sunset, to live happily ever after. I wanted a house with a picket fence, and lots of babies, and maybe a dog or two. Life would be grand.
But that’s not how it turned out.
Nearly four years ago, I found myself in a place I had never, ever expected to be. I was now a single mom of three beautiful blessings. Unemployed. Homeless, really. Three credits away from my degree. Feeling worthless and broken.
My mom and dad were kind enough to help me get back on my feet. After a month or so of living with my parents, I was able to rent a rinky-dink three bedroom trailer, and moved on to the single mom life. It wasn’t glamorous. For the first several months, we lived on Food Stamps, and about $200 a week I was making by bookkeeping part-time for my dad’s construction business. It wasn’t pretty.
But God was faithful. He always has been.
Psalms 86:15 “But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.”
After several months, I decided to go back to school and finally get my degree after 10 years. 10 years, people! I had allowed thoughts of worthlessness and inferiority tell me that I was too stupid to finish school. That I would always be a quitter.
But I did it! I went back to school and received my Bachelor’s degree in Accounting and Business Management after 10 years. Take it from me – don’t quit school. It is so much harder to go back and finish after 10 years.
Just before I graduated, I began looking for work in my field. And I was able to find a Staff Accountant position in a local CPA office. I loved working there, helping small business owners make sense of their numbers.
But after a couple of years, I began feeling the call to be home with my kiddos, who because I was away so much were mostly mother-less.
And hurting kids should not be mother-less.
So I have come home. And it’s right where I need to be.
I’m able read-aloud to my 8-year-old, and listen to my 10-year-old gush about her American Girl doll adventures, and help my 14-year-old with her algebra. It’s just where I’ve always wanted to be.
But, a girl’s still gotta eat. And clothe her kids. So I am embarking on a new adventure in blogging and bookkeeping.
I can’t wait to see what’s in store!
Has life thrown you a curve ball? How is your life different that you expected? Share with me in the comments.
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