On September 9, 1986, my life was changed forever when my oldest daughter, Kimberly, was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes. She had recently turned nine and was ready to start fourth grade.
My youngest daughter, Erin, was seven, a second grader.
It was my second year of teaching full-time; I had complete responsibility for the running of our home including all the things a full-time, stay-at-home Mom had: meal planning, shopping, cooking, laundry, cleaning, errands, taxiing my daughters.
I was fortunate because my husband, Van, pitched in whenever he could, but he was working fifty to sixty hours a week.
Whenever I took a Spiritual Gifts test, I scored 0 (ZERO) for the gift of mercy. And I was not a compassionate person. My attitude was “Get it together; straighten up and fly right.” Whining and crying irritated me–unless, of course, I was the one doing it.
Then I was faced with a chronically ill child. One who was already loud, demanding, whiny, messy, and nothing like any child I ever imagined I’d have.
God knew exactly what I needed to change my heart and shape me into who He created me to be. Of course, this is a life time process. Kim was diagnosed with diabetes when I was thirty. Now, at fifty-eight, I know I have slowly allowed God to change my heart. And I know I have a very long way to go.
The pages here are the story of my journey. If not for God, I would never have survived. His love, patience, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness, mercy, grace,and Presence are gifts that I cling to more and more.
I pray you will see Him and He will be glorified as you read about how I was and am being shaped by Him.