Anchored by Hope: My Faith Journey of Redemption and New Life in Christ
As the leaves change and a new season has begun, my sentimental heart can’t help but reminisce over how much this blog (and my self) have grown in the last decade.
It felt like it was time to dig deep and share a little more about how I became Anchored by Hope.
I grew up in the rhythms of the Catholic Church, knowing God was real and believing I understood who Jesus was. Yet, as I grew older, He felt more and more distant—hidden behind rituals I could never seem to perfect. Ironic, isn’t it? The very reason God sent His Son was because He knew we could never do it on our own. But that truth hadn’t yet pierced my heart. I believed I was too far gone, long before I even began straying down the wrong path.
Then everything changed.
A Journey from Lost to Found: How Faith Anchored My Soul
Mike and I met one summer night, and from that moment, we were inseparable. Our relationship was far from perfect, but God had plans even then.
At that time, I was working as a licensed cosmetologist, finding a sense of purpose in helping others feel beautiful. Yet, something deeper still eluded me—until one year.
A Christmas Invitation That Began My Faith Journey
Mike’s grandfather invited us to a Christmas service at the church Mike had grown up in. For him, it was nostalgic—but for me, it was life-altering. The authenticity in their worship, the way they spoke of God so casually, it awakened something deep inside me.
I couldn’t get enough.
We both started attending night services, prodigals finding our way back. When Mike bought me my first Bible, the Word began to work in me, unraveling the doubts, healing the wounds, and slowly pulling me toward the life God had for me all along.
Living a New Life in Christ: A Journey of Grace and Purpose
The more I read, the more the truth sank in: I wasn’t who I used to be. The old me, the one who thought she was too far gone, was being slowly but surely replaced by someone new—someone anchored by hope. It wasn’t an instant transformation. It was slow, almost imperceptible at first, but it was real. The life I had built around chaos and running was being replaced by something I never saw coming: peace.
Soon after accepting Jesus as my Savior, I was baptized at 24—not as a religious ritual, but as a declaration of my new life. Though I had been baptized as a baby, this time it was different. I was surrendering fully to the One who had redeemed me, and that surrender sparked a hunger to know Him more.
From Baptism to Bible Studies: Embracing My Faith
At 25, I enrolled in school to pursue a degree in Biblical Studies. I was enthralled with God’s Word, captivated by its depth and the way it was changing me. Studying the Bible academically only deepened my love for it, and I found myself drawn closer to the heart of God with every page.
Yet, even as my life was transforming, I was far from perfect. Mike and I got pregnant before we were married. It was a reminder that even when we are on a new path, sin doesn’t just vanish overnight.
But God’s grace covered us in that season, too. We eventually got married, not because we had it all together, but because we knew God was calling us to walk this journey together, with Him at the center.
Finding Joy in Motherhood and Homemaking
As my faith deepened, so did my understanding of who I was meant to be. Motherhood and homemaking weren’t on my radar back then. I had never pictured myself creating a home or being a mom, but as God worked in me, I began to see the beauty in those roles. They weren’t burdens or societal expectations—they were a calling.
In caring for my family, I was participating in something sacred. In creating a home, I was reflecting the heart of God.
Motherhood and homemaking became the unexpected cornerstones of my new life in Christ. It wasn’t just about sweeping floors or folding laundry; it was about nurturing the gifts God had given me—my children, my husband, my home—and honoring Him in the process.
I found joy in the mundane because it was no longer mundane. It was filled with purpose.
Embracing my Faith Journey Anchored by Hope
My journey didn’t end the day I was baptized, or when I first opened the Bible—it was only the beginning. Each day since has been a learning curve, not of perfection, but of grace. In motherhood, homemaking, and even in the beauty industry, I’ve come to see that God’s presence is woven into every moment, from the quiet chaos of daily life to the smallest acts of care.
I share my story because I know there are others walking this road—mothers, wives, women who wonder if it’s possible to find redemption amidst the mistakes.
The truth is that God’s grace isn’t dependent on where we’ve been; it’s rooted in His love and the hope He offers us every day. We are never too far gone. I’m living proof that even when life feels messy and imperfect, God is always there, turning the broken pieces into something beautiful.
As you walk your own journey—whether you’re searching for peace, longing for purpose, or simply navigating the messiness of life—I hope my story reminds you of one thing: You are loved, you are seen, and you are never alone.
It’s not about getting everything right, but about staying anchored in the One who never lets go.
Join Me on This Faith Journey + Let’s Walk This Path Together
If any part of my story has resonated with you, I’d love to connect. Whether you’re at the beginning of your journey or somewhere in the middle, there is power in sharing our stories. Leave a comment, send me a message, or connect on social media. Let’s build a community that lifts each other up, one anchored in faith and hope.
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