Before I really couldn’t appreciate Sanctity of Human Life Day…until I was told that I would never be a mother.
When I was 14 I got pregnant for the first time. Being scared, naive and having no support-I hid it for about five months. When my mom found out she was livid and told me that she wasn’t raising anymore babies and took me to have an abortion. It wasn’t something that we discussed and I didn’t fully understand…all I knew was that I wasn’t pregnant anymore and my baby was dead.
From this point on I made an inner vow that I wouldn’t be a mother because obviously I wouldn’t be good at it.
At 21, I ended up pregnant again. Having this baby was not an option for me. The guy I was pregnant by wasn’t the best and I knew I’d be nothing more than a “baby mama”.
So again, I chose to abort my child. I went through it alone again…I suffered in silence.
Two years later….yep, you guessed it I was pregnant for the third time!!! However I decided that this time I was having my baby and was mentally prepared to go it alone. After 8 weeks, I miscarried and I was devastated. I went to see my ob gyn and was time something that I was never expecting…the prior abortions I had had damaged my cervix. She said that could conceive w/no problems but by body refused to carry a child full-term. I was devastated and so angry that I had did this to myself.
Fast forward a few years, I got married to a great man who always wanted to be a father. I had to tell him what I was told and because of his faith he wasn’t shaken.
I got pregnant on our wedding night and exactly nine months later, we had a healthy baby girl. Three years later, we were expecting twins. I carried them 39 weeks and a day. And almost two years ago, we had our son Majer.
God forgives and restores. I forgave myself for my mistakes and I forgave my mom…she was a young mom also. And in her own way, she didn’t want me to struggle like she had.
For me Sanctity of Human Life Day means so much now because I can vividly remember a time in my life when it meant so little….xo
Just…
Just…
This was a word that I used to use quite frequently, especially when I was referring to myself.
“Im JUST a stay at home wife and mother”
“I’m JUST a blogger”
“I’m JUST a volunteer”
“I’m JUST Stacy”
“I’m JUST Kemp’s wife”
Although it took a while, I can see how I allowed the “just'” of my life limit me instead of propel me.
I thought that what and who I was were so small in comparison to some many other people.
I never let my gifts and talents shine because I thought they were so mundane and insignificant…
I just settled into the shadows of mediocrity…
Now I understand that I am so much more than a Just, we all are. The things that we do, the person we are, the gifts that we have are significant, much needed and given to us for a purpose.
No longer am I JUST Stacy…I’m Stacy with a purpose and a mission to fulfill.
Xoxo
Reflecting on 2014…
This is the time of year where we as people usually reflect on what’s behind us and focus on what lies ahead.
2014 was a good year for me…a lot of change came into play and for that I am more than grateful. Not all of the changes made were external, a few of them, the biggest and most important were internal…changes that affected my mind and heart so much so that the ways I viewed myself were swayed~for the better.
2014 did come w/some hard decisions, one of them being to leave our church of ten plus years. Nothing drastic happened, no fall out w/leadership or members…just a strong knowing that it was time to do something different for our family.
This decision caused my husband and I to grow closer together…no one knew or could agree w/what we’re feeling called to do but us. It strengthened us. Caused us to pray without ceasing. Allowed us to support each other like never before.
I stepped out of my comfort zone and became a volunteer with teen and young moms. I’m very reserved and an introvert by nature, but just being with these young ladies causes me to be a mentor, mother figure and so much more than I ever imagined. I found my gift…
More than anything else, I have felt confidence like never before. I used to be so insecure. Constantly comparing myself to others and in the end feeling insignificant…
No this confidence didn’t come by osmosis…it came by me telling myself something different. I have a list of affirmations that I speak out loud and when I start to think a negative thought I replace it w/a positive one. And most importantly when I read the Word, I don’t just think that God’s love, His goodness and His gifts are for everyone else…they’re for me too.
All in all 2014 was an amazing year full of new beginnings, change and growth.
I’m so looking forward 2015 and to see all that God does through and for my family and I!
Wishing you a year full of greatness~Xoxo
Depression…
Just yesterday I read an article about the co-founder of a popular natural hair product line, dying at the age of 45. Her death was a suicide. The culprit was depression…
So many struggle w/depression on their own, in silence and shame.
Especially in the black community, a lot of people go undiagnosed for years and then self medicate w/drugs and alcohol or even isolation. I personally believe that both of my parents suffered w/undiagnosed depression. And they both self medicated; my mother w/alcohol and my father w/drugs.
There were so many things that happened in their lives, things that would cause anyone to question themselves…I wonder what would have been different if they were open enough to talk to someone about their issues and take the necessary steps to help them be better mentally and emotionally.
I can remember talking to a young lady who went to my church. She would never follow up on her psych evaluations b/c she said that if she did people would treat her like she was crazy. Funny thing, she had a lot going on her life. She grew up in foster care, was in abusive relationships, she was homeless on and off, and she had five kids that were now in foster care.
She told me that she felt weak and that God didn’t love her b/c she had prayed several times for him to heal her mind…my heart broke for her. I asked her “what if the very medicine and therapists that you refuse to take and see are God’s way of healing you?”
Everybody doesn’t come through depression the same way.
Yes some might be able to pray, journal and meditate on God’s word but some are the very reason that God created people to be therapist, psychologist and counselors. He also created doctors to create medications. Please know that depression is nothing to be ashamed of nor should it be looked down upon.
Just know that during this Christmas season and beyond, I’m praying for those who are dealing w/depression, especially when it’s undiagnosed or untreated.
I’m praying that someone says a kind word to you today.
I’m praying that the hopelessness that you feel be lifted and that you be confident enough to seek the help that you need.
I’m praying that someone truly listens to the words you speak w/o judgement, but w/love, compassion and empathy.
I pray that someone takes the time to lovingly point you in the right direction away from all that you’ve been doing to just “cope” w/life.
I pray that you know that you are significant no matter what others say or even what you tell yourself…
Just know that I’m praying for you💜
The Changing of Seasons…🍁🍂🍃
Seasons in life change…circumstances and relationships included.
It’s always hard to accept change when it comes without explanation or invitation.
I can’t say that I’m the best at handling life’s ever changing seasons, however I am a lot better at it…even if the results are the same.
The hurt comes but I don’t accept it.
Bitterness knocks at the door but I don’t answer.
Guilt creeps up but I denounce it.
Walls steadily try to build themselves around me but I remove the bricks, one by one, so I can continue to see the light of day…
And when newness tries to enter my life, I welcome it with both open arms and heart…
The seasons in life are ever changing…and so am I. Only this time it’s for the better…
Being Your Best…
Sometimes being your best and pursuing your dreams w/passion and diligence is what people around you need to see…
Yes pray for them, encourage them and love on them but maybe, just maybe, they need to see you living and being your best self so that they know, up close and personal, that if it’s possible for you then it’s definitely possible for them!!!
Being your best self may be the example that someone needs to witness today…
Beauty…💞
You’re beautiful because you were created with a specific purpose and a destiny…
You’re beautiful because of the light that you shed into the lives of so many…
You’re beautiful because even though people have failed you over and over…you still choose to love and forgive
You’re beautiful because you’re kind, loving and so gracious
You’re beautiful because the dreams you dream are to help others be their best…
You’re beautiful because success means fulfilling your purpose and has nothing to do with your possessions or what type of handbags you carry…
You’re beautiful because you see the good in others and not just the reflection of the bad from their pasts…
Your beautiful because your always seeking to be better by knowing your Creator better…
Your beauty runs deep…not because it’s from what you look like or what you have, but because it comes from your heart and your desire to be a help to those in need…
You’re beautiful just because you are you💜
SHE…
She woke up one morning and finally realized that she could do all that she feared she couldn’t before…
Every dream that seemed so far away now looked as if it was now within her reach…
All the things that she secretly desired no longer felt as if they were meant for someone else…
She finally realized that all that she ever needed was within her and that she was the only one who could give her life meaning.
She realized it.
She did the work.
She lived the life she always dreamed about…
The Younger Me…
For the past six months or so, I’ve been volunteering at a local ministry w/their teen and young moms. Every Tuesday I get to go have dinner and interact with some of the most amazing young women.
Every week I come home so grateful that God chose me…
Literally I feel as if I’m able to love on my “younger self”.
The younger me who was so insecure and broken that I thought shutting out the world was the best thing to do…
The me that just wanted to be in a relationship where I knew that I was cared about, even in the simplest of ways…
The me that was so self-absorbed that I thought material things would show people that I was worthy of being deemed significant…
The me that thought that if I drank enough and partied enough, I could get the images of family members looking at me as if I was nothing, because I was my mother’s child, out of my mental bank…
The me that opted out of motherhood early on b/c I feared that I had nothing to give to a child…
Every week these things come into play. Every week I get to hug someone, talk to someone, love on someone’s baby in hopes that the “younger me” that I identify w/in them, can somehow know that eventually you’ll realize that you’re worth more than rubies…Xo
Sometimes…
Sometimes the things/circumstances that catch you off guard and cause you to question everything…are the very things that you needed to elevate you to where you need to be❤️❤️❤️
Enjoy the journey!!!


