STRONGER BECAUSE OF THE STORM... MY STORY
I grew up like many, thinking that my marriage would be the fairytale you see in movies. I know… ridiculous, but that’s what I dreamed of and imagined. So, at the age of 17, while living in that fantasy world, I met a boy who liked me and guess what? I fell in love, hook, line and sinker.
It took us ten years to actually get married. Eight years into marriage, I gave birth to my son and my already challenged marriage became even more challenging. Infidelity and alcoholism eventually forced a crisis and that crisis was painful, traumatic and hard to get through. But, we worked through it for a few years and then trauma struck again. My son was now 6.5 years old. I thought we were working things out. We were definitely in a better place. We were going to church together. I wasn’t working outside the home. My heart was to have another child and to get involved in ministry, but things started going sideways again. There were small things at first that started turning into big things. I found myself terrified that this man I had forgiven was going to hurt me again. Sadly, those fears came true.
My husband had insisted that I go back to work full-time when I clearly did not want to. At the time I didn’t understand why he was forcing the issue, but it eventually became very clear. One week before Christmas I was home alone when I opened the mail to find a bill from an attorney. My husband had met with someone to dissolve our marriage, without ever breathing a word of it to me. Instead, he had the bill sent to me to pay. That was the start of a very long, horrific period in my life. After 18 years of marriage, after putting a man through the equivalent of 3 degrees, I was forced out with very little cash, half the equity in a home we’d only owned for 4 years, a few pieces of furniture, one pet and only 50% of my life with my son. I got no alimony due to my full-time income. I was losing my job. I lost my family, my church and many friends.
My storm was a category 5 hurricane that left nothing but death and destruction in its wake. And, after years of fighting it, I was too exhausted and emotionally crippled to even think about rebuilding. It’s miraculous that I was even able to get out of bed most mornings.
But, I didn’t give up. I kept seeking God and He kept pursuing me.
I kept praying....
I kept crying....
I kept asking for help...
And moment by moment, day by day, week by week, He got me through. I started healing. I started crying a little less. And I started thinking about how I can use my pain to help others in theirs. My story isn’t unique. I have close friends with stories that make mine look like a day in the park. But what does make me unique is that I am here to help you. I got through through that storm. I’m not a survivor, I’m an overcomer. And I can only say that because of the work God has done in my life. And here’s the thing. He didn’t do it just for me. He did it so I can help you too.
My Career has allowed me to gain expertise in a variety of skills focused on helping women frame their lives in a way that plays to their strengths while balancing all of their life needs.
I work with women to help them find peace, walk out of their fear, re-establish who they are and regain their confidence.
I am passionate about God and also passionate about helping women find a way out of their storm and into a successful future. If you are lost and you need help with your identity, determining your strengths, jumping back in to corporate America after a break or jumping in for the first time, juggling all of the demands of a new life, building your confidence, and finding peace and calm in the storm, I’m here for you. I can help you overcome and get to a beautiful, new destination for your present & future!
I LOOK FORWARD TO HELPING YOU FIND SUCCESS AFTER YOUR STORM!