One Step Forward!

One Step Forward!

I have been getting really discouraged with every call or email I send to children’s hospitals around Kentucky, Indiana and Tennessee. No one is accepting crochet items right now! 

So, I decided that I wouldn’t just focus on children’s hospitals. However, I am still attempting to find a children’s hospital I can make these hats for! 

I called a local hospital’s cancer center just now and I just have to say I am so thankful to God!!

The Merle M. Mahr Cancer Center in Madisonville, KY WILL accept the crochet hats!! 

I am extremely thankful for being one step forward in this process! The next step for me is gathering funds for the Stitching For The Cross program! 

It may just be myself and God working on this program right now along with my church, but hopefully I will be able to get others involved! So far, I have had yarn donated to me and I have an amazing soon-to-be sister-in-law who is willing to help with anything I ask her! I’m truly blessed with the people I have around me!

I got so excited about this news I just had to post about it!!

Thank you for reading and God bless you!

Galatians 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. 

Xx. A. 

Just Starting Out

Just Starting Out

Yesterday was a day filled with tears for me. God has laid it on my heart and mind many times to start this project of making hats for hospitals that help children with cancer and other serious illnesses. 

But the more I prayed, the more I searched for confirmation from God that this is what I’m supposed to do! 

Yesterday was that day for me! 

I recently had a four wheeler accident that caused my leg to have a hairline fracture and pulled ACL. I was hurting pretty bad last night and was throwing a pity party. All of a sudden God told me, “Others have it worse than you.” And he was right. 

I broke down and prayed. I apologized for my pity party and asked for forgiveness and begged God for a sign on what I should do. 

Now, I’m only 21 (soon to be 22) and my life involves a lot of Facebook browsing. Typical for my age but most of the posts I see are from groups I’ve joined about crochet. 

As I browsed through Facebook, the second post down was about crochet hats. FOR CHILDREN WITH CANCER! It was about how to get it started in another state and how there program works. But…that was my confirmation!! 

That’s what led me to even more to making this blog. I want to be able to document everything from day one! I want to get the word out about what I’m doing! 

So far, I’m in the research stage. A lot of hospitals have a lot of rules and regulations for crochet items and some do not accept them at all. Right now I’m trying to find a hospital that does accept them and get information on how they have to be made. Then, we will move on to finding “business” type cards to include my blog link if religious items aren’t accepted (I see it as a way to get God’s word out there, even if it’s just a link. I’ll be adding a page to my site for people to learn more about God soon!) or a post card sized card with God’s word on healing and how He will never forsake anyone in their time of need!

This project is a work in progress! But it’s something I believe in strongly and I will persevere through it all! It may take a while to actually start crocheting the hats, but patience is key!

All my praise goes to God for laying this on my heart! This is his work. This is how I plan to witness and share God’s word! 

Hebrews 10:36 You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised!

Thank you for reading and God bless!

Xx. A. 

Somebody Testify!!

Somebody Testify!!

If you’ve read my About page you should already know why I started this blog. If not, please give it a read! 

However, as with every book, there is a backstory!

This is my testimony:

Growing up, I had a lot of problems. I was bullied at school for multiple reasons, I suffered from anxiety attacks and depressive episodes, I had a rocky relationship with my family and I hated myself every day. 

It wasn’t until I was a teenager and began harming myself that I decided I needed to talk to someone and get help. I started visiting my family doctor regularly to try to find a medication to treat anxiety and depression which seemed to make everything worse. At 16 I started dating a friend I had known since middle school and things were great for a while. At 18 we were engaged, living together and….pregnant. That whole time I still searched for anxiety and depression medications to no avail. Things got pretty bad between my (then) boyfriend and I. Things got violent and I kicked him out and called off the engagement. Sadly, stress on a developing baby is not good and I lost my sweet baby! 

That lead my search of a working medication to an end. 

I stopped caring about myself all together, as well as others. I picked up a bottle for the first time in my short 18 years. Whiskey controlled my life for two long years! It helped numb the pain of losing my child or so I thought. In reality, it destroyed relationships, made me lose jobs, made me do things I regret and changed me into someone no one recognized. It took my dad threatening to send me to rehab to help me calm down. 

Shortly after I quit drinking, I was doing really good. I got into church, re-dedicated my life and tried to live a good life. But it didn’t last long. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd again, but, this time, I was smoking weed. One night we went to the park and everyone decided they wanted to go swimming. It was my little brother, a few friends and I who ended up going to a stripper pit called the Highwall. (If you don’t know what a stripper pit is, this one is a huge lake. Under the water there is anything from cars and ATVs to trees and massive rocks and other debri. It can be extremely dangerous to swim in them.)

We weren’t drinking that night. Nor did we smoke any weed. This night haunts my memories still (it has been two years almost). We decided not to swim because it was getting dark but a friend of a friend decided he was going to anyway. The next bit is sometimes a blur. I remember a yell for help and swimming as fast as I could to him. I remember how panicked his face was and how he drug us under when we couldn’t keep him afloat. I remember kicks and scratches all over my body. But most of all I remember the last time we saw him. Three days later, divers found his body 60 feet below the water. 

If you know anything about small towns, you know how fast rumors spread… like wild fires. Panic attacks after panic attacks plagued me as the rumors flew. Depression sank in. 

Finally I called my doctor and got back on my anxiety and depression medication as well as sleeping pills. I went to a psychiatrist who diagnosed my mental illness properly: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and Bipolar Disorder. The medications helped a lot. 

However, I made yet another bad decision. I started dating someone I knew from high school. The relationship was amazing at first, then he started choking me. Then body slamming. And finally, punching me before I had enough. He was my breaking point…

I told my mom I HAD to go to church with her! And I went. 

I broke down at that altar. My knees barely carrying me the whole way there! I broke down and cried like a baby. I begged for forgiveness like I never have before. And I knew then, God had come into my life once again! 

Ever since then, I’ve changed. Slowly but for the better! God is my happiness. My faith in him is stronger than ever! I can’t do it without him!

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life… I do not claim to be perfect, nor will I ever. But I do claim to be a child of God and he forgives me when I fail him. 

Thank God I’m changed! Thank God I’m saved! Thank God for all things both good and bad!

Xx. A.