I grew up in a middle class family on the outskirts of Chicago. I knew my parents loved me and loved each other dearly. They encouraged me to dream and believe in myself. With a flair for drama, I often used my hairbrush as a microphone and sang, or performed words from a play, to whoever would listen. When I was nine, my parents bought me an organ and I professed to my mom that one day I’d be a star. I was bold and confident. In middle school, I decided I wanted to build things, like my big brother. Frank Lloyd Wright was my hero. By the time high school rolled around, I was quite popular and had promising grades. Visions of becoming an architect stirred in my soul. And if that didn’t work, I could always fall back on being a movie star.
Life, however, rarely goes the way we plan.
Being seventeen and pregnant dashed all my dreams. I had to marry a man I didn’t love to do right by my parents and being a mom trumped any thoughts of college. Life soon became everything I needed to do. The next ten years were pummeled by broken relationships, financial struggles, and hard work. I really had no idea what I wanted. I just did what I had to do. I tried to keep a smile etched on my face while deep wounds scarred my heart.
Things settled after awhile and I started searching my soul. That’s when I found The Lord. Ignited, I took a new path. Thankfully, God led me to my soul mate and allowed me to find true love. I then let love be my guide.
Today, the woman I want to be is finding me. She’s woven by every trial and every pain I experienced all those years ago. Once again, I’m bold and confident. The fabric of endurance, patience, and obedience cover me like a shield. I’ve learned to cling to God’s promises instead of being ruled by shattered dreams and ravaged emotions. Healing hasn’t been easy, but standing firm on His truths has cemented my joy. I can’t even imagine what it would have been like with God.
The woman I want to be is who God calls me to be. Today, I’m an author whose ‘hairbrush’ has become my laptop and I get to build stories. Who knew?