The call


The Call

So, I think as I have sat and put things in place over the last week or so in our nation, what seems to come to mind is this highlight of how we've lost a lot of the traditional roles in society. The roles I cherish as a woman: being a mom, wife, and grandmother. The roles a man plays: being a dad, husband, and grandfather. The importance of each of these roles in the family unit.

Moms tend to keep the home running, keep schedules, and organize life, while dads are the providers and protectors. Not that moms don't bring in income—because in many cases they do—and not that dads don't help out with kids and household stuff—because in a functioning family, they for sure do. But why is each important? And how can we become better to empower and build up the family unit?

See, this is my mission field, and it's also the place we have faced the greatest battles. But I will assure you, it's where I will never stop fighting for what is good, right, true, and lovely. My entire life, all I ever wanted was to be a wife and a momma. Coming from the background I did, this is nothing short of a divine call upon my life.

My mom was divorced in the 70s. My grandparents on my dad's side divorced after 40 years of marriage. So for me to want this was crazy. I never saw functional marriage or healthy family. But somehow, it was deep in me—it’s what I wanted and needed to be.

I got married to escape the dysfunctional life I was living, but moreover, to step into a role I always wanted and never knew how to fill. I had one true example of being a godly wife and momma in my high school best friend’s mom. But believe me when I tell you, I was far from the woman I needed to be when I got married at 18 years old, to be the wife and mom of my dreams.

It’s taken years of battling, learning, growing spiritually, surrendering, and so many other things to even come close to that dream. Honestly, until last week—when everything happened with Charlie Kirk—I never realized that that’s the call on my life. That’s the unique thing that’s been called out of me so many times by several different prophets.

See, I thought i was  supposed to want to be this big, amazing boss lady—make a lot of money and save the world. But the truth is, I’ve always been a big, amazing mom who makes a lot of mistakes, but I'm raising nations that will save the world.

No, we're definitely not your perfect “Leave It to Beaver” family. Yes, you can find lots of skeletons in our closet—most of which I’ll tell you the stories. And no, I never currently or ever have been the perfect wife. But I finally accepted—after talking to my spiritual mom (one of them, I’ve been gifted two of them and that is a great gift)—that is why it is so hard for me to see my family going through hard times, be it one of them or all of us. Because my heart is for us to be an example of what it looks like to be a godly family in this crazy world.

Not perfect—just people who believe in God, believe in right versus wrong, and who want to do right, love each other, and love others

Looking back, I guess I’ve always been the mom type. Being the only girl in an all-boy neighborhood growing up, I was taking care of those around me. I was saying the hard stuff. Like I said, I’ve grown a lot, I’ve learned a lot, and I hope one day—when I transition to heaven many years from now—to hear, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

Until that moment, you’ll find me on my knees fighting for my family—and yours—because I believe in the American Dream. I believe in moms and dads and grandmas and grandpas who love, nurture, protect, and guide those we have the privilege of calling our kids and our grandkids.


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