One afternoon, when I was 11, I was goofing off talking to my brother while I was supposed to be doing school work. We were (home-schooled) sitting in the school room talking rather than studying. Mom was in the shower. I had this habit of chewing on pencil ends while thinking… that day I was chewing on a pen cap while my brother was talking to me. What happened next felt surreal; somehow I managed to inhale the pen cap! I remember feeling like it was being sucked into my mouth. I grabbed for it, but it was too late, it had gone into my airway.

Coughing and sputtering I ran to the bathroom barging in. Between coughs I was able to explain to my mom what happened. She called 911 and I cried out to God for help, saying: “Lord help me!“

It took an ambulance ride to one hospital, and then a car ride to another hospital, plus some 6 1/2 hours before the pen cap was retrieved from being lodged in my vocal cords. The doctors told me that’s what had saved me from having a potentially punctured lung, but because of where it had been lodged, they weren’t sure if it would damage my voice.

The ‘Theme’

This seems to have been a lifelong battle of me searching, and asking: “Where do I fit? What’s my voice?”

There was a season where I felt that no one cared what I had to say, I was often talked over and told that what I was doing with my life just wasn’t enough. If per-chance they listened, they didn’t like what I had to say anyway. So I hung my head down and shut myself up, believing that while I didn’t have many words as it was, there was nothing more that I had to give.

A recurring theme that has run through my head: “you’re just a home-school mom… what do you have to say anyway?” 

What I have learned is that it’s not so much what I have to say, but what He had done for me that matters.

Life Happened

We don’t wake up in the morning saying… “I’m going to hit a cow today.”

The climax of our story usually is not something sought after, rather it comes by way of the messy juxtaposition of: nearly losing everything to having it all saved at the last second. It wasn’t until our lives were turned upside down in 2021, and then our world further being rocked in 2022, that I really began to feel like there was anything I could contribute.

For those who don’t know, my husband was in a car accident and experienced a brain injury. In summary, he was later (completely) healed of post concussion syndrome and delivered of a demon that had latched to that trauma. 

This healing and deliverance my husband received rocked our world. It was the beginning of an entirely new season where the Bible started becoming manifest in our lives. Healing, deliverance, emotional healing,… all began to jump off the pages of scripture and become alive. Real. Tangible. Manifest. 

This is something I will explore further in the next couple posts.

Beginning At The End

I had spent most of my life hearing the testimonies of Jesus, wondering if those kinds of things still happened today. I’d seen videos of healings, however, never having experienced anything quite like it I always wondering at the back of my mind, “is this real?’

Now that I have seen it first hand, I can’t be convinced otherwise, nor can I help but share. Over the course of the last couple years I’ve been sharing little pieces of testimonies here and there, not really knowing what to do with it all. I’ve written bits and pieces down for documentation, but nothing cohesive.

This blog will be landing spot for a written compilation of pieces, perspectives, and testimonies directed by Holy Spirit. Beginning with the initial incident (our turning point). That car accident in 2022 might have wrecked our plans for life, but God used it to Shift us into 1st Gear: “So above all, constantly seek God’s Kingdom and his righteousness, then all of these things will be given to you abundantly.” – Matthew 6:33 TPT.

Invitation

Ask Father God to highlight your unique voice. What is He wanting to speak through you?