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Hi there! My name is Liv, well, it's actually Olivia .  But, you can call me Liv.  I have been married to my wonderful husband, Drew, for 15 years, and we have three sons - Clark, Luke and Sam. I'm originally from Kentucky, but I moved to Texas about 17 years ago.

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I come from a broken home. Although my father loved God and served in the church in everything from children's ministry to worship team to janitorial services, he had many wounds and strongholds. He was an alcoholic and drug addict, and when I was 5 years old he left us.  My mom was left with two young girls to raise. I was raised in the church my whole life, and I first accepted Jesus when I was 5 years old in the wake of my dad leaving and out of a need for a Father. At 10 years old I was at a church Christmas pageant when I first felt and understood the love of God and Christ's sacrifice for me. Rather than loving God to fill a hole in my heart left my by dad, I began to love God for who He is. As a result of this spiritual transformation, I was baptized a couple months later at the age of 11. I attended a Christian school from kindergarten to 12th grade and led chapel worship. I was also heavily involved in my youth group through serving on the worship team.

 

In college, I unintentionally drifted from God and from church because of wounds I carried, but He brought me back to Him through my now-husband.  I was 23 years old when I realized I was harboring feelings of resentment, distrust, and even hatred toward God because of my dad. I blamed Him for taking my dad away - after all, He is sovereign and in control of all things, so why couldn't he make my dad change and stay.  Once these thoughts and feelings came to the surface, I knew they needed to be dealt with, and fast.  I repented for being angry with God for so long, and for something that wasn't even His fault. People are sinful and choose to do foolish things sometimes.  Once I dealt with this, it was as if the wall between me and God that I had always felt present in my spiritual walk had been torn down.  He became the Father I had always wanted and needed. I dived into God's Word and had an unquenchable desire to know Him more and to study His Word.​ 

 

Another defining moment in my life happened in 2015.  My husband and I were finally in a place where we felt good about starting a family; so, naturally, we were excited.  It didn't take long for me to get pregnant, which I know is a blessing. But, about 2.5 months into the pregnancy, we lost the baby.  My whole world shattered.  I was already so invested in the little life inside me, and I felt as if we already knew each other so well.  One of the hardest things to go through with a miscarriage in particular, is that people often don't allow you to grieve because there is no funeral - no proof of this little life except the overwhelming emptiness and loneliness you feel.  I went through a bit of guilt (thinking I could have somehow prevented it), some depression, lots of pizza and ice cream, and even more crying and arguing with God over why He would allow this to happen. What I had to learn is that there are some things in life that are just downright horrible and we may never see how God will use these things for our good and His glory. You can drive yourself crazy perpetually asking 'why.'  Sometimes, you just have to accept that we may never know this side of heaven why something happened. He is faithful, even when we can't see it in the moment.  

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I knew God was calling me to teach His Word, so I setup this website way before I even got pregnant.  However, I was busy and didn't take the time to make it a reality.  It wasn't until after the miscarriage that I actually wrote my first blog.  I wrote out of my brokenness, and allowed God to heal my heart through the words He gave.  It's hard to see the good come out of the bad, but this blog and podcast is one thing birthed out of the pain and for which I am thankful.

 

I blogged faithfully for years until I accepted the role as Deacon of Women's Ministry at our local church. I knew I could not steward well both the blog and church ministry, so I stepped away from the blog in 2020 to serve my local body. Then, in 2024, I stepped down from women's ministry after I had served my term, and I entered a season of fallowing instead of striving. Much changed in the last year and a half, which led us pray about leaving our local church body (more on this over time as we process and heal).  Currently, my husband and I are enjoying home church each Sunday with our boys while we heal and seek God regarding where He is calling us next. We are going back to the basics of prayer, worship, scripture and communion and wondering why we ever left the basics behind. It's been good for our souls and formative for our children. I don't understand God's ways, and I know I never will, but I choose to trust Him in the dark as He leads me with His Light.

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