Hello and welcome!
I’m Autumn, a down to earth gal who loves God, people and country living. I’m a wife, friend, sister, child of God and follower of Jesus Christ. I’m also a wee bit crazy about traditional country living! You can check out that side of me here.
I grew up in a home where Bible reading was not only encouraged, but was also part of our daily school routine. Being easily content, I (in many ways) thought I had arrived at the answers. Late teen years came and went, which did cause disturbance in my faith life. I’m grateful for this time of wrestling, of searching for answers, of preparation for what was to come.
The battle grew hot and bloody when I was felt the force of Lyme disease in my (very) early 20’s. Answers that once quieted my fears suddenly blew up all around me. Life was laden with landmines and it seemed that one explosion made me flee into another.
I began asking hard questions. Questions that, if left to fester would destroy both faith and soul. My reality was bleak, my body sick, my brain, dead. And yet I had questions to face!
When all is stripped away and I serve no purpose but making life harder for others, did I really have value?
I thought God desired to bless His children? If so, why did I feel as if both body and soul had been beaten raw and bloody? And then in it’s rawness, be beaten some more?
And how? How does one live in a changed body and brain? One that will never be the same again? How does one adapt and move on?
People would try to assure me in my struggles: “God is good and won’t give you more than you can handle.“ Oh really? Explain this (motioning to my sick body)! And explain this (motioning to my deadened brain).
Questions. I write about questions that rise from life’s landmines.
There is no question so shallow or so deep that it isn’t worth wresting through. Honesty is often the first step to healing. Those who avoid will become stagnant, while those who wrestle can grow stronger.
I’m here to share my wrestling. I don’t have all the answers. Not a blooming chance! I’m just a simple country gal.
But I am here in my filth, my pride, my humility and my glory.
“My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation; my stronghold; I shall not be shaken. On God my salvation and my glory rest; the rock of strength, my refuge is in God. Trust in Him at all times O people; pour our your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us” (Ps. 62:5-8).
May you find strength for your soul!