I got off the cliff (literally) and into my life!

They call it “Meditation Rock,” I call it “Wonder Rock.” A beautiful, calm and perfect place to sit, read and pray. This is what I did before I fell. It was twenty-three feet drops with a solid fit. Ten broken bones, three broken teeth, four years and a completely new life, later I will tell my story.

I knew a long time ago that I wanted to become an adviser to a camp in the breathtaking mountains of Colorado. I was not a big fan of my college. The only thing I liked about it was the giant bean chair, which I bumped into my hostel. I had to get out of there. I turned to the ideal camp and sat for a long time behind the phone, waiting for my call. Failure was not what I expected, but that is what I received. Enraged at God, I shamelessly went to a small camp in Maine - a condition I have not heard of since my 6th grade geography class. I didn't know much that I would fall in love ... with Man, with Matt and with the Lord. Let's start with the Lord. We met at the Chop Point camp. We have known each other for a long time, but it was there that our real relationship began. I get up early, make my way along the windy path and crawl under the Meditation Rock. There were many jagged rocks in the rock of meditation, but there was a smooth, flat rock that was ideal for calm times. This, of course, when the stream did not pass - otherwise it was covered with water. It was there, on that particular rock that I discovered, that the Word was alive and active, and this applies to my life! I regularly visited this special place for the next four years. Speaking of special, one young man made my eye in the summer at Chop Point. The one that I just knew was for me. I said that I called his name again and again when they discovered that I had broken the benefits for the rock. However, he was not the person who visits every day every day for a month to visit me at the hospital. No, I broke up with this man a long time ago. He was not for me. I knew best.

Thus, I meditate on Meditation, bleeding and mumbling the name of this young man over and over again. I said that I whispered “help me dear Jesus” several times between painfully embarrassing expressions of emotions. An hour later, I was taken to a medical center in Central Maine, where I spent 18 hours after surgery. I do not remember anything. The first thing I remember is my friend Matt, the one with whom I had long since departed, sneaking up a sip of water when the doctors looked the other way. I was dying of thirst, and they only gave me ice chips! I spent more than a month in the hospital. I was blessed to be alive. Somehow, by a miracle, I did not land on dangerously jagged rocks, but on one flat stone I spent so much time. Not only that, but the angle of the rock on which I landed leaned toward the water. I managed to knock over the rock. I had to roll and drown. I did so, smashed my knee, broke my femur in three places, broke my thigh, crushed my wrist, and spat out a few pieces of my back teeth (into Matt's hands). But I was alive and did not hurt my head, neck or back. The recovery period was still rather difficult. Years have passed. People thought I would immediately feel depressed, but I did not. For several months I was surrounded by a loving family and friends. Then my world began to fall apart. The reality of the recovery time struck me, and at the same time, life did not give me any interruptions. This particular young man engaged (and not to me), my grandmother passed away, and my uncle committed suicide. I was a wreck. Completely and completely depressed. I found a job that I wanted all my life - a youth director. But I was so discouraged that I could not hold it. I had no idea what to do with my life. I asked God again.

I began to make lists of things that I liked. Funny came to mind. Beaded chairs. I was in love with the huge bean chair that I had in college. I even got a job selling them my second year of study. Every time I thought about what I wanted to do for a living, a bag of beads entered my head. Although it seemed crazy, I decided to call my old boss and tell him how I feel. He suggested that I start selling my chairs in bags in Maine for a 20% commission. I tried. This Christmas, I decided to sell beaded handbags at a small mall. I ran a tiny business in the back corner. The business consulted with one employee (me) and three bean chairs. Then Matt came up. Again. He just turned out to be an artist and a few perfectionist. He prompted me to fix the corner, build http://www.heavenlybeanbags.com, print business cards and price lists. He also began (or maybe I should say continue) to persecute me tirelessly. Over time, I noticed some pretty amazing qualities in Matt. These qualities will not be my heart. We have been married for two years now, and I am not sure yet when the honeymoon will end. As our love grows, heavenly beans also bloom. Every time we start making bags in Maine and add all sorts of new features (for example, removable, washable covers). We set up at the same ATM every Christmas season. Despite the fact that the business enterprise helped us incredibly to do, we knew that Matt's art is a talent that we did not want to let go. Matt and I saved money and made prints of our work. We rented 40 feet of space from the same small mall and started something completely new. We collected the work of local Christian artists, including potters, photographers, jewelers, artists, stained glass windows and furniture manufacturers (including bags), and sold them by party. We fell in love with the idea of ​​supporting Christian artists, and now we are going to pursue it full time. Tomorrow we will sign a contract with the largest mall in Maine, Maine Mall. We open our own Genesis Guild store. The Genesis Guild will specialize in homemade Maine Christians!

So, I am at two o'clock in the morning, reflecting on what God has done in my life over the past four years. I got it all. I went to a camp in Colorado, working with young people and marrying the "man of my dreams." But God had a different plan. I went to camp in Maine, fell from miracle rock, married a wonderful (but real) man, started a business with beans and was going to open a store in the largest mall in Maine! Although at times it was incredibly difficult, I thank God that I fell from the cliff and into my life!