I didn't want to celebrate my 35th birthday, but it's not for the reason you'd think.
You see, earlier this week my dad got sick and was fighting for his life. Not breathing on his own. Kidneys failing. Dialysis. Tons of meds. Induced coma. The drs could not explain it nor did they think he would make it.
I remember sitting in our three bedroom apartment, with our little baby girl thinking, “There has to be more to life than this.” I felt stuck! I loved being a mom and homemaker, BUT I wanted more. I felt depressed, without purpose, isolated, and just alone. God had placed gifts and passions inside of me, and I wanted to use them outside of the home! Sure, I loved being able to pour into my baby girl and later 4 kids, BUT I believed I was called to more!
I didn't want to celebrate my 35th birthday, but it's not for the reason you'd think.
You see, earlier this week my dad got sick and was fighting for his life. Not breathing on his own. Kidneys failing. Dialysis. Tons of meds. Induced coma. The drs could not explain it nor did they think he would make it.
