In 2016, I found my faith again. I mean I never really "lost it"-- I still said my prayers nightly and believed, but things definately weren't how they were supposed to be. I didn't set foot in a church and ahd no desire to for a couple of years. My faith, like most people's, grew leaps and mounds at a time when I was most fearful.
Two days after M was born he was transported via ambulance to Chidren's Hospital of WI where he spent two nights in the NICU for what would be diagnosed as "precaution." Before he left to go down to Children's, the hospital pastor came in to pray with us. To be honest when my nurse first suggested it, my first reaction was nearly a giggle. What could he do? I agreed, and I'm so grateful that I did because it was so calming and reassuring. He really helped to ground me in my faith and remind me that God had a plan for our family and a reason he gave us this baby. I took so much comfort knowing he would watch out for our little boy. This was the day I decided fully that M would be baptized, it was the final reassurance to a decision I was already leaning towards. We decided to take M to my grandma's church which was also one I had frequented often growing up. We decided to wait until their new pastor started, and I am forever grateful that we did. This woman greatly renewed my faith and my desire to get back into church. I honestly believe God sent her to us exactly when we needed her. For the first time in years, I was excited for Sunday morning service. I found such a wonderful community in this church and its congregation. Everyone genuinely cared for one another. During our meeting regarding M's baptism, the pastor asked me what I did for a living. At the time I was between school semesters and had literally just accepted a freelance writing job for a parenting/baby webiste while staying home with M. As soon as the words left my mouth, she pitched the idea of me writing a column for the church monthly newsletter in attempt to reach out to more families and young people. Of course, I agreed because I do believe that we should use our gifts and talents to serve. As time passed, I continued to look forward to church on Sundays and look into more ways to get involved. I loved catching up with other members and quickly found myself fitting in to this loving church family. I think that also helped to keep me accountable on those mornings I had gotten up way too early with M. I was also glad that I dragged myself out of bed by the end of the service. I could finally relate to the sermon. I found such calmness and ease after service. It was a great way to start my week with a postive mindset. **DISCLAIMER: This is a reflection of my experience/views and not pushing faith/religion on anyone.
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Megan is a stay-at-home mom to a stubborn and charming toddler and adorable baby girl. She is a freelance writer who hasn't slept in way too long.. She survives off of the pot of coffee her wonderful husband makes her FRESH each morning and any snack she can grab while keeping up with her little ones. Archives
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