Where to begin...The age of innocence, well mine anyway. I was born in Vermont in 1971. My first nine years of life were spent in this amazingly beautiful, tranquil state. I will forever look back on those years as perfect. It was at age nine when my parents and I moved to Massachusetts. Thus began my age of fear. I started fourth grade and from then on it was a living hell until I graduated from high school. I was bullied to the point of fearing for my life every school day. I remember being sick to my stomach so often it became normal. My parents did not know what to do to help me. The teachers were oblivious and were not even encouraging when my studies were slacking. I was a D+ student at best, but later I learned something about myself: when you take the social aspect (the students and all the busyness that goes on in school) out of the studies...I excel.
Within a week of graduating I left that horrid state and ran back to Vermont to live with my oldest sister (I have four older sisters who were 14, 16, 18, and 20 years old when I was born. By the time I was five they had all moved out and I was raised like an only child). I moved in with my sister in 1989, and in 1992, during a street party for college students, I met my husband. He was a student at Norwich University, which is a military college located in-the-middle-of-nowhere Vermont. He had been known as 'the hermit' of the college. He professed to hate Vermont and could not wait to move back home to Massachusetts (ironic, I know). Then on the week of his graduation, in a sea of bumper-to-bumper drunk people, we met. Within a few days he was talking about all the trips back to Vermont he would be making after graduation. All his friends were in shock.
Fast forward several years and my husband had been in Vermont law enforcement for nine years when he found a way to get us to Germany. In 2005, we moved to Hochspeyer, Germany. We were there for two short years. I have to reveal a snippet of our marriage at this point to show why our time in Germany was so short. From 1998 (just two years after we got married) until 2004, our marriage was in what we considered the 'dark years.' We were two people living under the same roof living separate lives. We had no idea how it started but we knew where it might end, or at least he did. I was raised Catholic, so I believed divorce was not an option. My husband, however, was considering it. We had been in Germany for 18 months and we had been working on our marriage only since 2004. My husband was told by his boss that he would be sent from Germany to another country for six months with little or no contact with me. He would be leaving me in Germany without me being able to speak the language. After weeks of discussing our options, my husband chose to quit. He works for the military, but he is not part of the military. That means he can walk away, but not without great cost. We were so blessed during this time in Germany to be making lots of money. We saved about $15,000, but blew every penny to move ourselves, our dog, household goods, and our car back to the states. We moved back to nothing: no job, no home, and no money.
Many would say we were crazy. Why not just endure the separation and have the security of job and income? As we worked on our marriage though we realized that without that as our core nothing else mattered. And thus began the age of discovery.
We began our adventure back in the US in 2007 in Vermont, but within a year had moved cross country to Washington State. In Washington, at a local Christian church, we discovered that with God as our core, no mountain was immovable. In order to remove the focus from ourselves, we began doing outreach with the homeless, started a group in our home, and began teaching classes at the church. Our home life was transformed.
Fast forward to 2013 and our life changed once again. I was diagnosed with asthma, which led me to Young Living oils. We adopted a 6 year old German Shepherd who had a ton of health issues, and just a couple months later my husband was offered a job that would take us back to Germany, where my age of transformation began. Stay tuned for my first blog, in which I will focus on the meaning of the term transformation.