My Story
Consider me your personal “gold digger.” I’m sure you’ve heard the quote: “Everyone can find the dirt. Be the one that finds the gold.” And I bet as much as you WANT to be the one who sees the gold, you are really good at finding dirt especially when it comes to your own life. I know I’ve said some pretty hurtful things to myself things I certainly would never say to my best friend, probably not even my worst enemy. We are are own worst critics, so we all need someone in our lives that will look for and help us see the gold in ourselves. The more we see the good in ourselves, the more we will be able to recognize it in our friends, spouses, children, and our environments. I’m here to help you find the gold because it’s my specialty. It wasn’t always though.
Almost 10 years ago, 8 months after having my second child, I didn’t recognize myself. Where was the happy, healthy, confident girl accustomed to making the papers in her small hometown of Magnolia, Arkansas? Where was the goal setter, dream chaser, record breaker? I joke that my dad doomed me to be a carb addict by naming me after a song from the group “Bread.” It’s a beautiful (yet somewhat depressing) love ballad with the opening line “And Aubrey was her name, a not so very ordinary girl or name.” Growing up, I took pride in that statement. I enjoyed being unique. I loved showing up and doing the extraordinary. I even owned a pair of silver moon pants and a hideous clear vest.
Thankfully FB didn’t exist in the early 90’s and there is no physical evidence. But somewhere along the way, after getting married and having children, I had lost myself. Maybe you can relate. I was so focused on taking care of everyone else that I had stopped taking care of myself. I was overweight and puffy. I was cranky and exhausted and living on lattes, crackers, and cereal. I went to church every Sunday (because my husband was a minister) and even taught Bible classes, but I wasn’t feeding my soul any better than I was feeding my body. Luckily for me though, and luckily for you, just because I was lost didn’t mean God had lost me.
In fact, looking back, I can see that God was using the experiences in my life including tough times as a minister’s wife, dealing with a child with autism, and family trauma as stepping stones on a path more beautiful and amazing and perfect for me than I could have ever imagined. And now, it’s my mission, my passion, and my pleasure to help other women find themselves by digging deep for the true gold what God has to say about them.
And my prayer is that as we get to know each other better, you will see what I’ve seen and learn. w
What I’ve learned:
1. That God created you and loves you exactly as you are.
2. That God designed you with a purpose and a unique passion that the world needs.
3. That there is nothing you could ever do that could separate you from the love of God.
4. That God is actively working in your life and in the world to redeem all the evil and work all things for good for those who love him.
There is always a message in the mess. Stick with me and I’ll help you see it.
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