Gonris Les and Leslie Parrott. God is Your Matchmaker. This is a workbook you can refer to again and again, to check your progress toward goals set in the different growth areas. I discovered that nothing compared to those few minutes per day with Jesus, the miracle worker. Katie is represented by Ambassador Speakers Agency. Little did I suspect, all those years, that I had been assigned a distinct purpose in each of my roles brazeltom each of my life events.
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Today Katie, who is currently a professor at Rockbridge Seminary and bestselling author of the Pathway to Purpose for Women series, has been thrilled to see her books translated into two to ten languages each. Katie is represented by Ambassador Speakers Agency. She has been a featured guest for radio and television broadcasts, such as Midday Connection and Huntley Street. In , she began the process of fulfilling her God-given dream of opening Life Purpose Coaching Centers globally.
Katie The Life Purpose Coach Katie now spends a great many of her days talking with women about their God-given dreams, passions, and purposes.
Her previous roles included Dir. Rick Warren, Dir. In addition, Katie taught English classes at local colleges for five years.
In , I was a newly-wed. He loved the plaque he received. I buried the feelings of worry and fear deep within, and I began my survival trek. I can handle anything. In , I was tenacious, once again, when my year-old husband had a heart attack while on duty.
That shock was followed by his triple by-pass surgery and his forced retirement from the police department. In his mind, he had gone from hero to has-been in seven fast years on the force. Obviously, we faced more than unemployment and income issues. We were stunned by the abrupt loss of his life-long dream of serving as a peace officer. Everyone who knew Gary was acutely aware that he had a few specific passions in life--to be a great cop and a loving dad.
I vividly remember one of our numerous emergency trips to the hospital. I was forced to be brave again as the doctors used chest paddles on my husband to bring him back after his heart stopped. I stood there shaking. It was that same year that one of my best teacher friends and one of my favorite students died; that my father-in-law and mother were both in and out of the hospital with heart problems; that our brand new house flooded with two feet of water due to a washing machine accident; and, that we chose to get pregnant with our second child.
My hormones dragged me into a deep depression, six months beyond the normal postpartum blues. I know now that the stress from the year before had caught up with me, and that I was merely looking for an excuse to steal what my mind and body needed most: rest from responsibilities.
For months, I did little but sit in my pink bathrobe in my recliner chair, sleeping and crying. I told them that I felt like a porcelain doll getting ready to crack into a thousand pieces. At one point in my slow recovery, I wrote, Lord, I know positively that I could never survive another hell-on- earth, black-abyss experience.
I will never again have the behemoth strength that it would take to come back from the dead a second time. If the depression recurs, I need You to know that I would rather stay dead emotionally or just die physically. This has been the saddest and hardest ordeal of my life. My soul is downcast within me…. My year-old husband left our year marriage we had known each other for 17 years in the flash of a conversation, which only lasted a few minutes start-to-finish.
Others said that they had seen the moment coming, but I went into shock. Gary saw our two children daily after he moved out. He insisted on that arrangement, so the kids would sure of one thing: that their dad and mom loved them unconditionally. The separation was painful for all four of us. I, personally, felt as if a gigantic boulder was rolling over me in slow motion. I was out of my mind with grief. My weight spiraled dangerously downward as I lost hope for reconciliation and signed divorce papers.
People commented that she and I looked a lot alike. I learned to smile in public and grieve in private. One of the children asked my daughter, "Do you have twin mommies? My identity was contorted as strangely as if I were looking in a funhouse mirror. The pain was intolerable. I learned the art of operating in manic mode: If you spend enough, travel enough, work enough and become enough of a perfectionist, it numbs the pain. I bought a new red convertible, put a swimming pool in my backyard and hired a personal shopper.
Not all in one day, but almost! Before you raise your eyebrow at my illness of choice, though, let me tell you that operating as a manic has its benefits. I inherently knew that depression was not an option for me. As I said, I felt that I would not have survived it another time. I was stunned. He had been an angel of a father and a gentleman of an "ex-," which may seem to be an oxymoron, but it was true.
I wondered what words I would use to tell them how sorry I was for them. I made a conscious decision to wait three months before I let myself grieve deeply, so I could be more emotionally available to my kids.
One day, without my permission, a mild depression began hanging around me like a dark storm cloud. In due time, I demanded that it move on. I used to have bad years. Here is your severance paycheck and package, along with the telephone number of your new best friend, your outplacement counselor. In addition, I had foolishly purchased a new home four months prior without having sold my other residence. Obviously, I had not anticipated the infamous call from Human Resources. And you know what? I already have one of these.
Basically, I had been schmoozing for a living. And, I was good at it! A few months prior, for example, I had flown in a helicopter with the Chairman of the Board to attend a luncheon and, later that evening, entertained constituents at a ballet. To make matters worse, my job was eliminated 18 days before Christmas, which happens to be the anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
There is no formula. Believing that gave me hope. When I stopped long enough to analyze what had turned my life around, I realized that it had everything to do with God directing my steps into that belief and down a pathway of spiritual growth. Just one quick example here that is not mentioned elsewhere: I will be forever grateful for a young pastor who emphasized Bible reading during regularly scheduled quiet times.
He said to start with three-minute sessions and see where God would lead after that. As I practiced that spiritual discipline, I could feel myself being drawn into the arms of Jesus, which allowed me to give up trying to be God. I discovered that nothing compared to those few minutes per day with Jesus, the miracle worker. In time spent with Him and His Word, I came to realize that depression, fear and pride run in packs, feeding off the same decaying carcass.
Once I was aware of the deadly triune, I asked God to turn my powerlessness into strength. He was gracious enough to do that for me. You know the drill--watching what you eat, how often you exercise, how you talk to yourself and taking time to pray.
For those suffering from a chemical depression, medicine is also a must. My first and foremost purpose was to get to know God and to understand that I had value because He created me, not because of what I could do for Him.
My secondary purpose was to be a good wife and mother, helping to raise our son and daughter as godly people. At different times, I was called upon to be a good daughter, sister, relative, friend, employee, church volunteer, neighbor or student. Obviously, I handled some roles better than others.
My kids had easy- going personalities, by the way, which was a godsend. One of my biggest problems--when there was no depressing crisis looming--was trying to understand the sacred monotony of some of my basic chores, like house cleaning and cooking. Neither did I realize that both types of experiences were giving me the substance I would need later to minister to others.
Sometimes, I wondered, "Does how hard I work today or how well I cope today matter, anyway, in the greater scheme of things? My frustration turned into a grueling process of personal scrutiny for answers regarding significance. I would not wish my method of discovering my life purposes on anyone. Does it sound like I was ready to hear from God on a far-reaching, high- impact assignment back then?
Of course not. If someone had told me that the most important stuff that happens in life is that which is usually challenging, rarely exhilarating and frequently impossible. The hope I needed to keep trudging through the hopeless situations was a simple comprehension that God, who is an amazingly kind God, never wastes a hurt.
He uses it all to prepare our hearts, minds, bodies and souls to receive Him and to serve Him. I needed someone to guide me to this incredible Bible passage: But blessed is the [wo]man who trusts in the Lord and has made the Lord his [her] hope and confidence.
Its leaves stay green, and it goes right on producing all its luscious fruit. He is using my battle with depression to allow me to empathize with women in whom discouragement and despair are running rampant, with women who have been through everyday craziness or unspeakable crises. What a privilege it is for me to comfort women while they discern, prioritize, appreciate and balance the work God has scheduled for them to do both now and later a special emphasis on the word now.
How blessed and useful I feel when I help a woman save time and tears. Only God could have orchestrated goodness out of my pain.
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Today Katie, who is currently a professor at Rockbridge Seminary and bestselling author of the Pathway to Purpose for Women series, has been thrilled to see her books translated into two to ten languages each. Katie is represented by Ambassador Speakers Agency. She has been a featured guest for radio and television broadcasts, such as Midday Connection and Huntley Street. In , she began the process of fulfilling her God-given dream of opening Life Purpose Coaching Centers globally. Katie The Life Purpose Coach Katie now spends a great many of her days talking with women about their God-given dreams, passions, and purposes. Her previous roles included Dir. Rick Warren, Dir.
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