Whew! I have to apologize ahead of time if you think we're crazy--we are. It's cool with me. Just wanted to get that out of the way.
Let's start with Christianity. There was a time, not so long ago when I cringed (and that is putting it quite lightly) at the sight or sound of the word. I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes, too. I looked at Christians as weak minded, misguided, and annoying. My journey to Christianity has been very messy.
Firstly, I absolutely HATED church when I was a kid. In fact, I unknowingly made my mom quit going. I guess I was a huge pain in the butt. Nothing about church was relevant to me, and I didn't appreciate being forced to sit through a BORING service. I also didn't like getting sent to the basement of the church to hang out with the old, smelly lady for Sunday school, either.
When I became a young and awkward preteen, I rebelled. I was mad about pretty much everything in my life, and I was pretty sure that if there was indeed a God, he wasn't nice. So, enter "athiest" phase. I named my cat "Satan" (and boy did she have a disposition to fit!). I spoke confidently against those who believed. I can remember one girl who really, I mean really got on my nerves. She got an A on another one of her tests at school, and I overheard her saying that she had prayed for help before the test and that she was so glad that He was with her. Blah blah blah. I thought to myself, "Um, hello? Who studied for that test? I'm pretty sure God doesn't give a hoot about your 9th grade English test."
It's interesting how God works, though, isn't it? Oddly enough, after being tricked into going to a bible summer camp, guess who was my roommate? Yep, Miss "God helped me ace my test." Great. Let me tell you, though, that those bible camps pack a potent dose of persuasion! I remember asking God for a sign that He existed. Let's just say I had the you-know-what scared out of me that night.
Anyway, fast forward through some very rough late teenage years, where I smoked a LOT of weed, drank a lot and kissed a lot of Irish boys. (Anna, that one's for you!)
A year or so after dating Luke, we got the surprise of a lifetime. We were going to be parents. Wait, what? Ya. I planned our wedding in less than three months. Beat that.
I can say that for me, having a baby changed EVERYTHING. I completely cleaned up my act, and I met my new responsibility head on. If I wasn't good at anything else in my life, I wanted to be at the very least, a good mom. But something about becoming a mother and feeling as if this baby of mine was a gift really softened my heart toward God. It happened gradually. It was amazing!
When a mailer came to our house, I read, "10 things I hate about church." Aha! That's awesome! If there's a church out there that can talk about how insufferable church is, I'm so in. The rest is really history. Westbridge church has been pivotal in shaping our relationship with God. I came with my doubts and cynical attitude and was met with understanding and friendship.
It'd be impossible for me to tell you why we are doing things the way we are without including the role God has played in it. Would I homeschool if I hadn't come to know Him? Nope. Would I be striving to be a mom with intent and determination? I don't think so. Everything good we're doing or trying to do is related to Him, and I'm not ashamed.
We drink raw milk because I believe (based on LOTS of research as always) it's better for us. We don't use fluoride because I believe it's not good for us. We're homeschooling because I believe that it's good for us. We got rid of our TV and sold our Wii because I think we'll be better for it. Am I finished? I don't think so! If these things make us crazy, then so be it. If believing in Him makes me crazy, then I'll die a crazy lady. I'm cool with that.
These are my words of love.
P.S. For the record, I think Miss "God helped me ace my test" is awesome. She had it figured out long before I did! I'm only sorry that I was such a twit to her!