How this name came to be? I had a great job some years ago, great pay, awesome company. I was married with one child. We had tried for several years for more children but nothing. Finally I decided it was God's will. I was meant to have this great job, and wonderful daughter, and a great husband.
I have always from a very young age had to learn to be a go getter. I grew up in a tough environment I always knew that you have to go after what you want. Although I have always believed in God, my walk with him was more one sided meaning God watches over me and protects me and so on. Going back to the beginning of my story I give myself affirmations about how lucky I am. You see, I went from stay at home mom to part time work, to a great high paying job with all the benefits I saw myself with this company for a long time.
Within a year I get my twist, I start having trouble with my health, my doctor told my I needed surgery. Long story short my doctor said no more kids, gave me some pills, and said come see me in two weeks. Two weeks later God shows me he is in control, I'm pregnant after seven year of trying I'm pregnant! The pregnancy was tough on my body, the job was stressful, my husband got a wonderful opportunity with a steady job that he had always wanted, too great to pass up but it was three hours away. He took the job, left town, and my daughter and I would only see him on weekends.
I stayed strong for all of us and I decided now was the time to seek our dream home. We got together with an architect student he made us some plans. Shortly after I was put on bed rest for a month, then my son came early. I was relieved to be able to get around by this time I had my husband three hours away my little girl with me and my son in ICU. I had zero support from anyone except one friend who lived near the hospital.
She or her mom would watch my daughter so I could visit my son in ICU finally I broke down, begged my husband to take time off, and he did. Things started to go back to normal when my son was released but he required a lot of attention. I made the painful decision to quit my job. I was grateful for my son but I knew the new house was out of the picture. I spent the next few years as Joyce Meyer would say in the wilderness. Trying to find a job which was flexible to mothers with young children not in my area. I was convinced my new dream house depended on my getting another good paying job. To keep momentum my husband and I bought several loads of dirt to raise the level of our new home since were are in a flood zone. This became our hill. this is what our children called it.
One day I was in my front yard praying on my garden bench and had a light bulb moment. I said God let it be your will this dream house was a dream you put in my heart, while you also gave me a son, and come to think of it you have always taken care of me. By this time I did have another job and this time I just knew God had my back. I had to resign from my latest job for health reasons shortly after this we started our dream home!
We took a different route we are the builders and we sub contract only when we need to. I had my husband buy me a rock and I carved into it these faith filled words, “Welcome to Faith Hill.” For eight years this was my hill of faith I would sit in my yard and pray and I would try to imagine me on my porch or in my living room. We are almost done with our house probably by late spring we will move in and I am so happy that I finally learned to hand over the wheel to my pilot God and now I am the co pilot.
