NO FEAR

Telling my story is not something I had any intention of doing. EVER!
When I finally found my way to freedom I vowed this skeleton in my closet would remain there forever. Never to see the light of day.
God had a different idea. Two years ago he planted the idea of a blog in my heart. I told Him every reason why that was not a good idea.
I still lived in my home town. I feared what people would think if I came clean with my past. I also didn’t know if I could really help someone, so why would I take that chance? Fear ruled in me. But this is what the Bible says “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind” 2 Timothy 1:7.
God has His ways. Two years ago, my husband and I purchased a “fixer upper” in another town in a neighboring county, an hour from my home town. Our goal was to fix it up and live there in 4 years.
Long story short, we sold our home in my home town that next year and decided to speed up the plan. We were sure God had led us to do this. We thought His reasons were to get us out of mortgage debt (as we were downsizing). At the end of this project, that financial goal was not met, and I had to ask myself if I had missed God. I had a wise friend tell me that maybe there was a different reason that we felt led to move. I at first rejected that idea, but as I struggled with the changes in my life, I once again felt the tug of God. The fear of being known for my past, was way less in this new town and county. I suddenly entertained the thought that maybe God had moved us so that I would be free to tell my story.
I decided that if I could help one person, it was worth it.
So here it goes!