Wrecked by God

Have you ever had that moment? That moment when you are shook to your core, when you’re moved so deeply and you know without a doubt that it’s God. For me, they are few and far between. They happen when you least expect it. They hit you by surprise. They impact you in a way that’s hard to describe. God wrecked me yesterday.


I could share a couple stories every week about things that the Lord has lined up in my life in each location that we have moved. I could share stories that people that solely believe in coincidence would have a hard time explaining. On the days that aren’t the easiest, I see God. I know that he is walking this journey with me… with my husband… with Presley… and with Sailor. He makes no mistake.


When I decided to start blogging, it was because I thought we had a unique story and thought it would be fun to share. It has quickly become personal. I’m sharing so much of our lives, our beliefs, our likes, our dislikes, etc. I’m connecting with people that are like-minded and people that aren’t. I don’t think you have to be overly personal to be a good blogger, but I do think that it’s that deep personal touch that draws people to read. Personally, I don’t enjoy many blogs where I don’t feel connected to the blogger. Back several months ago, I was on the phone with one of my girlfriends discussing the direction I wanted to go with blogging. She shared with me about all of these ladies that had large platforms that never shared their faith except maybe a post church selfie. I didn’t want that to be me. So here I am, the real, the raw ME. I hope you like me. I really hope you enjoy my pictures and blogs. I really hope that you enjoy connecting with me. BUT if you don’t, that is okay. You can click off of here. Here’s my warning label: I am who I am, and the longer i do this, the more me you’ll see.


Back to being wrecked… Last week, there was a 35 year old woman stabbed to death in DC less than a mile from my apartment. She was on a jog. She had so much life ahead of her, but a man took that from her in an instant. This story stirred me a little. It hit close to home because of the close proximity, but it didn’t change me.


On Friday, I took my girls shopping. While in a store, I witnessed four teenage girls stealing socks. I was mad. I wanted to walk up and offer to buy them socks. I wanted to alert somebody. I wanted to to call them out (not great thoughts, but how I was feeling). The story above popped into my head, and I kept to myself. I wasn’t fearful of them, but I was concerned that something similar could happen to me if I upset the wrong person. The Lord called me out and put this word on my heart… “Hey Lexie, buy the socks, but not for them. Keep them in your backpack for those that really need them.” I was already uncomfortable, so I regrettably hurried out without buying any socks.


An evangelist friend had shared a church we could attend here in DC, so out of seven locations, we picked one that is held in the Lincoln Theater a couple weeks ago. Yesterday, we attended as usual. After worship, a face of a 35 year old woman popped onto the screen. The pastor got up on stage and started sharing the story of Wendy the jogger… Wendy the lady that attended this church every week.. a lady that got engaged the week before… a lady that loved Jesus and was under his umbrella. It SHOOK me. Out of all of the churches in the area, this is the one we picked. I don’t know why this happened, but I do know that God shook me to my core over Wendy, a lady I had never met, but had sat in the same room worshipping the same God with just the week before. I’m not a cryer, but the tears flowed and flowed. My heart was being tugged. I need to do more, love more especially those deemed unlovable. I’ll leave you with a few final thoughts.


1. BUY THE (dang) SOCKS – If your heart feels compelled to do something, do it. You’ll never regret what you did, only what you didn’t do. 2. See people – There are so many hurting around you (It could be another mama in the drop off line). Do something small to inconvenience yourself.3. Be uncomfortable – Everyone’s lives these days are all about ME, ME, ME! Make yourself uncomfortable by showing kindness to someone else. Take the focus off of you. Listen to someone without mentioned yourself once. 4. Have courage – Don’t be afraid to ask someone how you can pray for them. Don’t shy away from buying someone a coffee. Don’t hide in your bubble.


Simple lessons that everyone can use whether you believe the same as me or not. May we all be more like Jesus and leave the 99 to save the 1. This blog is dedicated to Wendy – a lady I never knew that is now dancing on streets of Gold with Jesus whose story allowed me to be wrecked. Thanks for letting me be real. Thanks for not running away when you realized this blog wasn’t about adventures, our favorite things, or tons of pretty pictures. Thanks for being here. Challenge me. Question me. Make me uncomfortable because I’m always looking to grow.

XOXO,

Mama of the Gilmartin Girls

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