Why It’s Not Too Late

the futility of giving up on your dreams

When my first husband left, I was 33 years old with 3 sons (ages 12, 8, and 5 years at the time) … and a high school diploma.

We’d married the summer after his freshman year in college. Six weeks after he completed his bachelor’s degree, our first son was born. Six weeks after that, I returned to my job as a claims processor. One year and one promotion (Transfer #1) later, we moved to a small Midwestern town where I was able to be a stay-at-home mom for our growing family.

My dream had always been to start taking a few college classes when the youngest entered preschool. In fact, I had pre-enrolled for the fall semester when my husband unexpectedly announced in May that he’d requested Transfer #2 … to The City, which was 4 hours away.

So I abandoned my education plans, focused on parenting the boys and selling our home instead. My revised goal was for the family to be reunited as soon as possible. I’d have to think about college later.

We’d been living in The City for 18 months when he announced one Saturday afternoon, “I don’t think I want to be married anymore.”

I was a hot mess.

All hope for higher education seemed lost as I gave everything I had to being a single mom … and keeping us all afloat.

  • Emotionally.
  • Spiritually.
  • Financially.

I needed to work full time again, leaving my sons to deal with the loss of their father, and now the loss of their mother as they knew her.

We struggled for 4 1/2 years before something began to shift. Looking back on it now, I know it was The Lord Himself. Because whenever we think “impossible,” we can be absolutely sure that He’s having a different thought.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways My ways,”
declares The Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are My ways higher than your ways
and My thoughts than your thoughts. ISAIAH 55:8-9

When The Lord puts His mind to something, hang on tight! It’s going to be a wild ride!

I’ll tell you more about how the shift began in my next post.

But for now, I’d love to hear from you. What dream seems impossible to you right now?