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You may need to get up and grab a second cup of java, we always have the pot on here for our Titus 2 Women. I am about to go into more detail about why I am here, how I got here and why I am so burdened for Christian Women today.

I am afraid if I went into great detail about my first marriage and several years thereafter, I would only be giving glory to sin and the devil, Eph 4:27 "Neither give place to the devil", so I will not dwell on that period of my life, unless necessary. With all I am, and all I ever hope to be, I want to glorify God and tell others of his mercy, grace, love and longsuffering.

I was married to a young man who grew up around the corner from me. He and some of his brothers were our paperboys over the years and his mother and my mother were "homeroom mothers" at school. After the normal and abnormal ups and downs of courtship, we were married the fall following my husband’s graduation from high school. I was a year older. I got pregnant for Emily the following summer, and she was born in March the following year. If you can do math, you can figure out that I was a fairly young bride, by the "standard" back then, and a very young mother.

My husband was working in one of the large factories in the same neighborhood in which we grew up. We moved across town to a "cheaper" place, then, the following Spring, I discovered I was pregnant for Evan. He was born just before Thanksgiving that year, and I thought life was perfect with the perfect family and the perfect husband who had the perfect job.   

The next several years went from bad to worse, several moves in the same town, 4 miscarriages, my husband’s job loss and finally a move across the country to start "fresh".

This was the beginning of a very difficult time in my life. Our marriage failed, after 3-4 years of attempting to "make it work". This left me as a single mother raising two children at the ages of 6 and 8, plus trying to make enough money to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table and a car in the driveway, with gas in it. After a year of trying it on my own, my father convinced me to move "back home", go to school, and try to get a career.

I have always wanted to become an attorney, so I enrolled in the PreLaw classes. This lasted for 3 semesters, when I finally realized you really never can go "back home" again, especially with two pre-adolescent children. This prompted my move 3 hours North, to the town of my childhood friend. I called her one day and said, jokingly, "Ok, I need a place to live, a job, a school for my kids and a husband". This is my Baptist friend who not only MADE me go to church with her (you live on my property, you go to my church), made me join the choir ( you go to my church, you sing in my choir)...we had sung together all through high school, but had also introduced me to a man several months earlier, who is now my husband.   

While living in this small, rural town, I became the consummate career woman. I worked in the legal field, then for the local government when the legal job could not be full time. I attended my friend’s Baptist church, which I NEVER thought I would do, but found myself actually enjoying the worship, enjoying the fellowship and enjoying the feeling of belonging. I began dating Scott in January following the Fall we moved there, after many months of just talking at my friends home and we were married in May.

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