Testimony

Hey y’all, PHEW it’s been hectic but amazing over here in Yelm, Washington with our new little addition, Mr. Wayne William Watts ❤️. I prayed for a son, and God bestowed upon me a son, and I am so thankful for that answered prayer (although I would have been thankful for a healthy girl too). I didn’t realize how much I missed the baby snuggles until I had another baby. It’s been pure exhaustion, but total bliss. 

In other news, our future is very much up in the air with the military, so we are anxiously waiting to hear what God has in store for us. If you’re curious about the details of that, Nick is the better person to ask than me, but long story short the Apache units here are getting axed, and Nick is an Apache pilot. He’s looking into reclassing and potentially doing something else in the military, but we aren’t sure if that will happen or not. So prayers for that would be greatly appreciated. 

As for me, I have felt God nudging me for a while now to share my testimony. I have said in other blog posts that I was going to share it, but I kept coming up with reasons as to why I shouldn’t. The one I thought of the other day was “eh, no one will really care about it, why bother.” Another reason I came up with was “what if people raise their eyebrows at it? I don’t think I want people to think of me different.” Another one was, “I don’t really have time, I am exhausted”, and yet I found time to do other things instead. I think I’ve been giving into satan’s whispers in my ears, and I am going to stamp those out today. I am going to share my personal, unique testimony with y’all. I want to share it in the hopes that it will encourage, inspire, and enlighten those who are believers, or aren’t believers. I also hope that it will make those who read it feel like they aren’t alone in their struggles. So, here goes. 

Now, a testimony for a Christian is the story of how a Christian came to dedicate their life to Jesus. Some people have very impactful testimonies that involve life shattering events or extreme trials that led them to Jesus. These testimonies are often viewed as the most effective in leading people to Jesus, and for good reason. However, for many (not all) that grew up in the faith like me, we don’t have jaw-dropping testimonies. In fact, they are often really dry and boring since we have been raised up in the faith our whole lives. Now many who are raised up in the faith their whole lives turn away from the faith, and often come back to it in an incredible and inspirational way. Me, well that’s not necessarily the case. 

I’ve always loved Jesus, however I’ve never loved Jesus as much as I do now. As dysfunctional and traumatizing as my upbringing was in a broken family, my parents did a fantastic job at teaching me and my siblings the love of Jesus. They also put us in vacation Bible school and countless other church functions that helped bring us up in the faith exponentially. So I’ve always had Jesus in my life, to a pretty good degree. 

I didn’t really understand how important my relationship to Jesus was though until my sophomore year in college. I was online dating at the time, and had been doing it for a little while. The college I went to was very liberal, and it was extremely difficult to find men who shared my Christian values. At that time, I had never dated. I was 20, and desperate to find love. I’d been dreaming about finding a man that would complete my Hollywood romantic drama expectations. Since I didn’t get a good view of what love looked like in my home, I went to movies. Oh, how silly I was. But, that’s just what I thought at the time. I didn’t know what it looked like in real life, so I assumed that what I saw in the movies had to be a somewhat decent depiction of it. And I really thought that finding that person would bring me the happiness that I thought I was missing in my life. So I searched, and searched, and searched. After a bunch of duds, and a whole lot of toads, I finally found someone really special. 

Now, long story short, our relationship was very tumultuous. He loved me when I didn’t love him, and I loved him when he didn’t love me. During the time when I loved him and didn’t want to accept that he had moved on from me, I was a total wreck. I was at rock bottom. I was the most depressed that I have ever been. I beat myself up, and I yearned for someone that God had steered on a different path. I let it consume my thoughts, and my life. It was like I was putting every ounce of my self-worth into it. It was pure misery.

On one not so special day, my mom and I went to a thrift store over summer break. At that time, I was living with my mom and pining over my lost love still. We got to the thrift store, and I decided to stay in the car while my mom went in. I thought about my lost love while I was in the car, and fell into a deeper sorrow. I remember praying, but I don’t remember my exact prayer. I just remember being in so much emotional pain. I felt so frustrated, sad, and broken-hearted. I felt like I had something so special, and that I had thrown it away. How could I get this man that I loved back? Was it really over between us? Could I convince him to give me another chance? Those were the thoughts that consumed my mind. Eventually, I got tired of waiting by myself in the car, and ventured into the thrift store. This is when things get crazy. 

So I was looking around, numb with pain, and I and was most likely annoyed that my mom was taking so long (sorry mom😂). I came across a frame that had a letter in it, and I just happened to look at it and read it. This is what it said. 

Since it’s in a cursive that may be hard to read, I ll type it out underneath the picture.

“Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone. To have a deep soul relationship with another. To be loved thoroughly and exclusively. But God to the Christian says no, not until you’re satisfied and fulfilled and content with living, loved by Me alone and giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me, to have an intensely personal and unique relationship with Me alone. I love you My child and until you discover that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found, you will not be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you. You will never be united with another until you are united with me, exclusive of any one or anything else, exclusive of any other desires or longings.

I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow Me to bring it to you. You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things. Keep learning and listening to the things I tell you. You must wait. Don’t be anxious and don’t worry. Don’t look around at the things you think you want. Just keep looking up to Me, or you’ll miss what I have to show you.

And when you’re ready, I’ll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any you would ever dream. You see, until you are ready and until the one I have for you is ready, and until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me and the life I’ve prepared for you, you won’t be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me, and this is Perfect Love.

And dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love. I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me, and to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty and perfection and love that I offer you with Myself. Know I love you.

I am God Almighty, believe and be satisfied.”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Wow. Just wow, I thought. This was exactly what I needed to hear, but had not heard and, frankly, didn’t want to hear. God saw my suffering and my pain when I thought he wasn’t listening at all. He saw my tears, and how torn up I was inside while I was sitting in my mom’s car. Up to this point in my life, I had been doing exactly what this message told me not to do. I had been planning, and wishing, and it was all that occupied my mind. I was so lonely, so hurt from my upbringing, and so ready for someone to love me. I was thoroughly convinced that that someone was supposed to be that “special someone”, a partner relationship, and the kind that I had seen in movies to boot. “If I can get that kind of love”, I thought, “I wouldn’t be so lonely. I wouldn’t be so sad, and I would be “completed” by someone else (Jerry McGuire reference). I would finally be happy. I would finally be satisfied.” But when I read this, that idea was shattered in an instant.

Okay, so here comes the part where some of you, maybe some of my fellow Christians, might be thinking, “hmmm… I wonder if Summer is over-spiritualizing this. This could have been coincidence, I am not sure if this was God.” For those who don’t know the term “over-spiritualize”, “over-spiritualizing” happens when someone takes random things that happen in everyday life, and assigns spiritual meaning to them willy-nilly. When someone “over-spiritualizes” things, it means that they are giving so much spiritual meaning to things to the point where it’s hard to take it seriously. With my post-pregnancy brain, that’s the best way I think I can describe it. It can be a real problem in the faith because the misinterpretation that comes from it can create false messages, mislead people, and turn many people away from Jesus. 

And you are right. There’s a chance it was. However, I truly believe that it wasn’t. I felt the Holy Spirit boldly speak to me through this message, and the highly specific content that is in the message is WAY beyond mere coincidence. I truly believe that God saw and deeply felt my pain in the car that day, and graciously decided to help put me back on track with that live-changing and beautiful message. Now did God actually write it? I don’t know. I mean, I’d sure like to think so, especially since the final line is “I am God Almighty, believe and be satisfied.” It sure seems like it was based on the way it was written. However, even if he didn’t, it was still a message that God wanted me to read, and store securely in my heart and mind. Had this message been for someone else prior? I am sure it could have been. But even if it was, it was for me then, now, and always. It changed my life. I grabbed the frame, and my mom bought it for me. I have it to this day. 

I still really struggled after that day. But something in me definitely changed. A seed was planted. I realized what I needed to do even though I was still in the thick of my pain: I had to fully rely on Jesus for EVERYTHING. I realized that I had relied on people for satisfaction and happiness my entire life, even though I had known and loved Jesus my whole life. I loved him, but I didn’t put him in charge of my life. He was there, but on the sidelines of my life just watching and waiting for me to come to him. That day, in my pain and suffering, he listened, and intervened, and I am forever grateful that he did. That message that he gave me that day has echoed in my ear constantly since then. I still struggle, and always seem to rely more on people than I should, especially when things are going well. But my entire view of Christianity changed drastically that day. It was no longer about finding happiness through people. It was about finding joy, satisfaction, and peace in him and him alone. It was about making him my first love. 

Like I said, I didn’t just master it right away. I still struggle a lot with this. I mean, who doesn’t want to rely on someone that’s close to them for their happiness? People are right in front of us, they can hug, kiss, encourage, comfort, and be physically there for us when we need it. They can also hurt us beyond all measure, but when things are going well, it’s amazing. But when they aren’t going well, and people fail us, where do we go then? Alcohol? Drugs? People that aren’t good for us? Those are just a few. But they all have the same thing in common: they overpromise and under-deliver.

God is there, but it takes hard work to access him on a day-to-day basis. A deep and loving relationship with him is a lifestyle, it’s a discipline. You can’t just call him up and expect him to answer clearly and immediately like a close friend would, and even when you’re extremely close to him sometimes it can be a real challenge. He’s not physically in front of us. But, he can talk to us, and we can feel his presence if we work hard at being in a relationship with him. Most people however don’t want to do the work, which is why they choose to look for satisfaction and happiness in people. They choose a luke-warm relationship with God, and a full-time relationship with people. That is what I did. These relationships satisfy us in the moment, but it’s always short-term. It’s like drinking Coca-Cola for hydration. It’s delicious, but it has too much sugar, dehydrates you, and is horrible for your body if that’s all you drink. Being in a relationship with God is like drinking water, just plain old water. But the more you drink, the better you feel, and the healthier and happier you become. Don’t get me wrong, you can still drink Coca-Cola and enjoy it. God wants us to have those HEALTHY human relationships, those are his gift to us. But the more you rely on it for your sole hydration, the more your body starts to deteriorate.

I continue to learn this lesson over and over: No matter how perfect you think your circle of friends or your spouse is, they will always hurt you. It’s just inevitable. But God offers us a perfect love that surpasses any human relationship. But like I said, it’s work. HARD work. God waits for us to come to him to access this love, he doesn’t force us. If he did force us, it wouldn’t be genuine. We have free will to choose what’s best for us, or what’s bad for us.

When things are going well, I tend to rely on people much more than I should. Then when things take a wrong turn, I realize that I need to recalibrate and put my sole focus on Jesus during the bad, AND the good so that the bad isn’t so bad. It’s a constant discipline that’s difficult to master if you aren’t soaking yourself in the word, praying, and spending alone time with the Lord. It’s so much easier to grab a friend and rely on them. But they can’t take the weight. Jesus is the only one who can take the weight of everything we carry. He is the only one who can satisfy, and give us true peace. The perfect love that he offers, that quenches every soul, heart, and mind, cannot be found in anyone or anything in the world. It can only be found in him.

The above highlighted message that I received that day drastically changed my life, and continues to shape the way I live, my relationships, and my faith. Every time a friend, my spouse, or a family member lets me down, I remember that they were not meant to carry the weight that I am putting on them. Instead of getting angry and insecure, (which I still get sometimes), I try my hardest to find him, and and relinquish that weight onto him. Every time I choose Jesus instead of the world, I grow closer and closer to Jesus. The closer to Jesus I am, the more peace, satisfaction, and joy I have. Good times are sweeter, and hard times just bring me closer to him.

I can’t emphasize it enough. I still really struggled after that day. My pain didn’t just poof, disappear. I still was very heartbroken. But I eventually confronted the man that I was in love with one final time, and he made it very clear that God was calling him down a different path. God made that very clear to me yet again. And one random night, at 3am, I decided to open my dorky Christian dating app, and I ran into Nick. I swiped right and the rest is even more proof of Gods goodness, mercy, and faithfulness. That is for another time.

If you have made it this far, thank you so much for reading my story. I hope it has really encouraged and comforted at least one person. My story is proof that God can show up at any time and anywhere, and that he can talk to you in so many different and miraculous ways. I knew God was talking to me that day through what I had read, and that he had put it into my path on purpose. It wasn’t mere coincidence, it was Jesus. I am so thankful for that day, because it changed the way I view my relationship with Jesus, and my life forever ❤️.

Feel free to share my testimony with others if you think it will encourage someone, and/or feel free to share your testimony in the comments down below, or with me personally. I would love to read about some of y’all’s stories. I am excited to share more about where God is going to take us next… when I know 🤣 I love y’all, and I will check back in with y’all soon ❤️.

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:37-39

We love because he first loved us.

1 John 4:19

39 Weeks, 2 Days, and 11 Minutes

Hey y’all, WOW once again it’s been a while since coming on here. It’s SO crazy how time flies. I realize now that my last few posts have started out with the last two sentences, but hey life is a whirlwind what can I say? My last post was mainly about how our cross-country move from Alabama to Washington went, but this post is going to detail my induction and my delivery. 

So much has changed since my last post, EVERYTHING really. But it’s all been amazing and awesome life-changing change. Guys…. I am a MOM!! Summer Juliet Watts is officially a MOM. And I am so happy to be a mom. 

Speaking of being a mom, I am going to preface this blog post with a bold statement that I firmly believe is true. It’s really heartbreaking, but something I have realized ten-fold since becoming a mom. I am sharing this because I think it’s a really important fact that every mom, and every woman that plans on being a mom needs to really grasp and understand. 

The world today DOES NOT want women like me (or any woman really) to become a mom. We are a threat. And the world (we might as well just say Satan) is trying to defeat and exterminate us, our children, and the family unit every day. 

There, I said it. And it’s 100% true. The spiritual attacks I have faced post-pregnancy have been unreal, and are proof alone that this statement is true. The family unit is dying, and it’s because of what the world is teaching young women today. Let me say this right off the bat: I am not saying that having a job is a bad thing, its an amazing thing. Its even better if you can be a mom and have a job. But the world wants you sold out to it above all else, and it wants your relationships, your family, and your personal health to take a backseat.

The world wants young women like me to devote their lives to the paycheck. It wants women to work and date until their biological time-clock runs out. It doesn’t want meaningful relationships that build a legacy. It wants casual flings and degenerate hook-ups. It tells us that we don’t need a man, and that we don’t need to procreate and take the attention off of ourselves and our all-consuming careers. Why? Because the world today that we live in is extremely anti-family. It wants us to pick lust, selfishness, and money over a higher calling. And if we choose to have kids, it wants to destroy them at every turn. It attacks the family unit non-stop, and shames you for being a mom. And if you are a mom and not making an income, then you’re just another run-of-the-mill “mom”, a dime a dozen in their book. 

It also guilts you for rejecting the liberal and toxic principles that it wants to force onto your kids in schools. The world makes you feel like being a mom is the least important thing that you can be today, even though it’s the singular most important thing you can be in today’s clown show day and age. 

So if you’re a mom and have been feeling the weight of the world lately, take that weight and throw it out in the garbage with the rest of Satan’s lies. Being a mom is CRUCIAL in this day and age, and don’t for a second think it’s not. As someone who used to be job-obsessed and used to chase after promotions and paychecks, I can tell you right now that being a mom (even though I haven’t really been a mom for too long) is 1000 times more rewarding and fulfilling than getting any promotion or paycheck is. It’s also 1000 times harder and a million times more important. With that being lifted off my chest, let’s dive into my birth story because it really is proof of Gods faithfulness, love, grace, and mercy. If it seems a little all over the place, I apologize in advance as some of my memories are a bit scattered. Hopefully though, you see the beauty and God’s faithfulness in it like I did. 

So a month or two before I gave birth, I had a dream, a really important dream. In the Bible, for those who don’t know, God used dreams to reveal the future. A good example of this can be found in Genesis 37-50, which details Joseph’s story. For the record, I truly believe God still does this today, which is why I am sharing with y’all this particular dream. 

The dream was short, and I don’t remember the small details, but in the dream I remember being induced and being really afraid because I didn’t want to be induced (which is how I felt about being induced, and when I was induced). But after being induced, my baby popped right out of me with ease, and I remember thinking in the dream, “wow, is it over already?” I was amazed. And then I woke up. I remember telling Nick about the dream and saying something like, “Well I sure hope this is what God has for me when my actual birth happens”, but I had little to no hope that this was going to happen. 

Fast forward to January 29th, the day I got induced. I remember waking up that day, doing my usual milling and waddling around the house, and then going to the bathroom and noticing some odd fluid coming out. This had happened the night before too while Nick and I were watching some anime, and it felt like more of a small gush that night. I called Nick and told him about it, and he told me that we should go into triage and get it checked out that day. So we did, and I didn’t think much of it. “They will send me home”, I thought, “it’s just a false alarm, but better safe than sorry.” Well, turns out I was wrong. They did an ultrasound, and found that my fluid sacs surrounding my placenta (or in my placenta, frankly I don’t remember which one but you get the idea) didn’t really have any fluid in them. According to the nurses, this was a problem, and could potentially harm my baby if I waited any longer. So without even telling me they were going to induce me, the nurses plopped me in a room and acted like I already knew what was going to happen… when they hadn’t even told me. So once I figured it out I was SHOCKED, excited, but SCARED. 

For most of you that don’t know, I had this irrational fear during pregnancy that I was going to die in child-birth. Not really sure why, but I had heard some horrific stories and given my luck with my health, I just had this really weird and irrational fear, placed there by the enemy no doubt. So when I found out I was being induced, I asked the nurse if I could go home and risk it… and to my dismay they said I could but that it wasn’t smart. So later that day, they placed two balloons that would become the size of clementines up inside me, and for about 12 hours I endured that. Towards the end, it was some of the most miserable pain I had ever endured… but it wasn’t in vain. After they took them out, I was 3 centimeters dilated. 

The next day, January 30th, they started the pitocin. This is supposed to give you contractions, but it causes severe pain over time as they increase the dose via the IV. So I started it, and it wasn’t bad at first. My nurse, who was sent from God, was a nurse that chose to go slow with the dose increases. She told me that some nurses tend to be more aggressive, upping the dose by ten each time, but I believe she was only upping mine by two which is a significant difference. So my pain was escalating, but slowly. My mom and step-dad came to visit, and I remember my mom walking the hallways with me as she rolled around my IV for me. We did some hip exercises, and walked a lot up and down the hallway right outside my room. I came back into the room, and asked for pain meds, which the nurse gave me. To my disappointment, they didn’t work well because I could still feel my contractions through them. After this, I kept having to get up to go to the bathroom, even though every time I went I wasn’t going very much. Then, in came the mid-wife and another nurse on duty. They talked about breaking my water, and when they were going to do it… and literally as they were talking about breaking my water, my water broke. It was a sudden gush, and it felt like a gush from God, no joke. This is where my memory is a tad fuzzy, because I am not totally certain on when, but after my water broke I am pretty sure they checked to see how much I was dilated again… and to my dismay I was still only 3 centimeters. 

But soon after, the pain from my contractions quickly became unbearable. I asked for an epidural, and received it very shortly after. The pain I felt during those contractions… well let’s just say it was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. After the epidural kicked in, I still felt the pain. But after my bladder was emptied, I finally received relief. After that, I tried to get rest, but the nurses insisted on coming in every hour to turn my legs from one side to the other so that the numbing would be felt in both legs when delivery came. I was really appreciative of this, even though I did ask them to remove the ball that they had placed between my legs at one point because of the discomfort. This leg flipping process was crucial though I think when it came to delivering, because if they hadn’t been doing that I think I easily could have felt an extreme pain in one leg, and numbing in the other. At around 8pm, they checked to see how dilated I was, and I went from 3 centimeters to 5. I felt a bit bummed, but was happy there was progress. 

So, after a few hours of flip-flopping my legs, raising the pitocin dose, and pushing a button that kept sending numbing juice to my legs (which at some point they had to tell me to stop pushing because they said my legs were too numb), they checked to see how dilated I was again. They checked around 11:40pm. The mid-wife took a look and told me that I was fully dilated, and ready to have a baby. I was SO shocked, and happy at this. Nervous and scared, but SO happy. FINALLY, I was going to see my baby. So they brought in everything they needed to get the delivery going, and I got into position and started pushing really quickly. And you guys…. I kid you not. I pushed probably a total of ten times. Couldn’t feel a single thing… couldn’t even feel myself pushing I was so numb. But my pushes were strong, and on the last push, Autumn shot out like a rocket and almost hit the floor. And so, Miss Autumn Joy Watts was born on January 31st at 12:11am. 🙂

The nurses immediately grabbed her and put her on my chest for the skin-to-skin contact. That whole time before and while pushing, I was doing my best to keep my focus on God, even though my focus was trying to go every which way. I remember reading a Sarah Young devotion while I was lying there at some point during my labor, and it said, “…bring every thought captive to me” (2 Corinthians 10:5). And before the delivery, this came to my head. I did my best to focus on Him, and sure enough God blessed me for it. It was the best delivery I could have ever asked for or imagined or… dreamt of. 😉 The dream I had just a month or two prior came true. I truly believe that God gave me that dream, and fulfilled it to show just how much He loves me, and cares about the sweet little lamb that he brought into the world through me. I really truly believe that. 

I know there are Christian cynics out there who don’t think these kinds of things happen, but from my experience they do. Now, I do believe that it’s important to not to over-spiritualize things, because not everything is a sign from God. It’s important to be able to discern which things are from God, and which things aren’t. But we should never limit God. We should never be too skeptic when it comes to signs from God, because then we are limiting God’s power and influence in and over our lives. And, we are missing out on proof of God’s glory and sovereignty when we label everything as “mere coincidence”. Personally, I don’t really believe in coincidence.

This isn’t the only time God has done something like this in my life either. He has done things even more jaw-dropping than this in my life, and that’s how I know He exists. 

You always hear non-Christians say, “God isn’t real, and the Bible is pure fiction.” They always want PROOF that He is real, but even when given proof they mock it and act like it’s not valid. But based off of my experiences and relationship with Jesus, I can tell you with 100% certainty that Jesus loves you, He loves me, and that He comes close to those who seek Him. I am not saying that I never doubt, but I am saying that God is real and ALWAYS working. If you want proof that God exists, then get to know Him. And wow, I can tell you that if you are genuine in your search, He will most definitely show Himself to you in ways you never imagined. 

Those first few moments with Autumn were so magical and special. I just couldn’t believe what my body had done, and what God had created and allowed my body to do. Every time I look at my sweet Autumn girl, I can’t believe that God chose me to make such a precious and beautiful little girl. She is God’s handiwork, and his handiwork is the most glorious and magnificent thing in the world to behold. 

And with that, I’ll bring this blog post to a close. If you’ve made it this far, just WOW. Thank you so much for reading, and feel free to comment your thoughts and share this blog with others. I have so many more thoughts on the importance of being a mom and how it’s impacted my thinking, but I’ll save those for next time. Everyday I am learning so much, and it’s been such a hard but rewarding and incredible experience. I would like to come here more on a “daily” basis and share with y’all what God is teaching me everyday, so hopefully I can actually start doing that. Thank you so much again for reading my humble blog, and I ll be back with more updates and insight real soon. ❤ 

“We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”
2 Corinthians 10:5