What is this blog about ???

I'm new at this... so wish me luck!


I am a wife...a Mother to two tinys under two...and housekeeper to a dreadfully unorganized house.

Let me give a disclaimer: I was not raised to be a Keeper at home. I was not raised to become a wife before the age of 30, neither was I raised with the expectations of having children before 30-35. And I was Most certainly NOT raised to find a Love for God, and trust him in all things. Nope. Not raised for any of it!

I Met my husband at a young age, he introduced me to God's word, his promises, and most importantly, his salvation. Coming from a broken family, I was in desperate need of rescue....I was beginning to see no light at the end of the tunnel, things seemed hopeless. My father, who I had once cherished, had left the family for another woman. This lead my mother to move us back to her families home state...about a thousand miles away. Without the protection of my father and absolutely no guidance from my mother, I did surprisingly well...in the way of staying abstinent and drug free anyway. Emotionally I was a wreck. I was 13, I had no friends, the family I had loved and known...had been left behind, My sister was not only verbally abusive...but could be physically abusive also. My mother who had worked full time since I was in 1st grade....knew it was happening...but said she couldn't do anything about it, she felt helpless. When My father had been around, he had protected me, but when he abandoned us, I had no one. I was on my own.

Through the years....I learned more and more to fend for myself...I made some friends...although few could ever be invited home because of my sister. I learned to cope though. I was free as a bird....I mostly had no one to answer to..as long as my mom knew where I was, I could go anywhere and do anything. When I was 15 I found a boyfriend and was absolutely in love with him, we both believed in abstinence, but figured everything else was fine. I had no clue that I was giving parts of myself away. Things got exponentially better when I started dating him, I made more friends, I could get out of the house more, things seemed to be going up for me. We dated for about 9months (in high school, this feels like an eternity) and he broke up with me in october, out of the blue. I felt used and betrayed. I had never really prayed in my life...but that day I prayed....I prayed that God would send me some one to take care of me. In March, in a very out of the ordinary way, I met my husband. I was 16, and he was 19. We talked a lot in the few days after we met, he challenged me to read the bible, I was convinced that it contradicted itself....that's what I had always been taught. So I took him up on it....I was zealous to prove him wrong. Turns out once I started reading...I couldn't put it down, I was like a thirsty man seeking water. All through classes, I couldn't put it down (thankfully I never got in trouble...). I read it any chance I could get. I absorbed it like a sponge. I never did prove him wrong. We became close quickly, and he proposed to me shortly after we met, even more shortly thereafter, we married and about eight months later, we conceived our first child.

God answered my prayer. He sent someone to not only take care of me...but to love me, lead me, and protect me. God answered my prayer, I am so Thankful. I never thought I would be in this position, I never thought I would be foregoing college for a Husband and kids. Needless to say my uninvolved parents have been dismayed and disappointed at my chosen lifestyle. I am a housewife, a Mother (to as many as the Good Lord provides me), and most importantly a Follower of the one True God. I think they would have been less disappointed had I been a sexually active druggie.

I never was trained to be a Mother or wife, and I did not learn to clean and cook through the expertise and guidance of a saintly mother figure. I am trying my best to follow God and his commandments.
Wish me luck!!!