LOVEALEE BLOG

Please note: This was a post I have struggled to publish. I have not used this blog too often to put too much personal information out there, but after studying about  unity and maturity in the body of Christ  through Ephesians, I knew I needed to be authentic. I hope you accept the following with open arms, knowing that I am bearing my very soul to you.Not many people know the struggle that I have faced, but I am beginning to realize that it's important to share in each other's burdens . SO here I bear my burdens, sharing with you in my heartache, that I might also encourage you, bearing your burdens as my own. Today is Mother's Day. Growing up, I never dreamed that this day could be associated with anything but happiness, joy, and thankfulness. When we experienced the miscarriage of our only baby on October 31st 2014, bracing myself for Mother's Day was something I didn't think to do. With the pain of my loss and everything on my plate with Christmas j...

I am a daily reader of the emails I get from Jennifer at the Unveiled Wife. Almost everyday they hit just the right chord with what is going on in my life at that very moment, verifying the fact that she is prayerful in the way she words her emails and blog posts. I know that she is an instrument used by our Mighty God to witness to me exactly when I need to be moved by Him. Something I have recently learned through reading Jennifer's book  is the importance of being unveiled. - First and foremost, I am constantly striving to become most honest and transparent with the One who knows me better than I know myself, my Lord, Jesus Christ. I have begun to grow in my relationship with Him, through my transparency, in ways I would have never expected to grow. - Secondly, I'm learning to be open with my husband, choosing to have intimate conversations about the corners of my mind I have previously chosen to keep hidden. I feel our bond has deepened tremendously and our...

Your baby has cancer. She's not quite a baby anymore, but she's your only child... a miracle birthed from years of infertility and hormone treatments. She is the center of your world. You spent her entire childhood protecting her as best as you could. You prayed for her daily. You raised her up in the ways of the Lord. You've watched her grow into a beautiful young woman who is compassionate and caring. She lights up every room she enters and she truly has been a blessing from God. You are so thankful that God has allowed you a daughter so precious, but there she lies in that hospital bed and you are unable to make it better. This is one boo-boo you can't kiss. You'd trade places with her in a heartbeat, but God has not granted that request thus far. She's not upset, but you are. The mounting medical bills, the straining to hold onto hope that she will be healed, the days you've missed at work that have led to excessive worrying about your job securi...

I was reading in Psalm tonight and I came across a scripture that amazed my heart. It stuck with me in a wonderful way. Nathan and I have been slowly readying our home for the blessing we know God is going to give us and Psalm 127:3-5 just reminded me how children are a sweet reward from Him. It also reminds me that when we raise children, we raise arrows. We are raising warriors for God's tribe. We are raising soldiers for God's army. I want to raise arrows. I want to be that mom who equips her children with the love of God and the virtues necessary to be not only efficient, but mighty opponents of the enemy. I want our kids to be ready for anything the world throws at them because their roots will be deeply planted and watered by the Word of God. I want them to not only be reactive, but to be proactive members of the body of Christ. I want their testimonies to shine brighter than the glitz & glam the world uses to lure our youth in. I want them to be effective and sha...

A Little About Me I am the wife to an amazing husband after God's own heart, a special education teacher who pioneered a program for students with autism displaying moderate to severe behavioral problems. I used to work in the trauma OR at our local hospital, but once our miracle baby was born, I was allowed the opportunity to live my dream as a stay at home mom. Together we are involved in leadership at our church (Church of God of Prophecy Madera) where we are active in all kinds of ministries including: music, teaching, and even preaching on occasion.  Truth is, having a baby was something my body resisted. The doctors said one thing, but God promised us a child and we believed and rested in that promise. So instead of being worried about what might or might not be, we trusted God to carry out His promise by making the house improvements and getting the nursery ready for our little miracle. She was worth every moment we waited for her. What is "Lovealee"?...

The sun had not shown it's face for years. She cried so much she had no tears. In a place hidden beyond her fears, She wept a thousand sighs. In sorrow, she moped about the town. Her face had only seen a frown, Since the boy who broke his crown, Would never more be nigh. Hope was but a distant dream, In times of fairy tales, it'd seem. Laying by the simple stream, They built after he died. A mourning girl of no more fight, Left alone and quite contrite, Used to be her dad's delight, Sweared that she had tried. The accusations flew about. Accidental, yet with doubt. They could not keep it up without, Proof of her foul play. They tried their might to prove her guilt, But as she stood among the silt, She grasped at last the wooden hilt, And knew no other way. "I've done no wrong!" she proclaimed "I do not know why you have blamed, This tragedy that left me lame, was none of it my fault!" The...

           Dandelions have held such a beautiful meaning to me since I was 13. I was at one of my very first Bible studies in the class my dad taught. He was the youth pastor of our small church and I was excited to finally be involved in the activities I had been witness to for so long. I tried my best to fit in with the others, but there was quite a big age gap between myself and the established pack. A song quietly played in the background and amongst the teen chatter, my ear caught the faint words. I had a hard time processing them above the noise so I made a mental note of any words I could remember. When I got home I typed them into a Yahoo search and there it was, in it's entirety. As I read the words I began to sob.        I so often felt like weeds among flowers. I was too short and too chubby and too blonde in the mental yet very physical sense. I played flute in the marching band and had only 2 close friends who...