How I Came To Be A Wife and Mother

I'm feeling so blessed thinking about my 2 year anniversary coming up in a couple days. It's hard to believe I've only been married for 2 years and we have a 14 month old! I conceived just two weeks after being married, and not only that-- but I conceived only 2 weeks after moving across the country by myself as a 23 year old girl-- not only that, but I conceived only 2 weeks after  MEETING my husband! That's right, I had never officially met my husband before I married him. #crazykids #internetdating #mymomwasscared So what happened? 

It all started with how I got saved. I had gotten saved in a very uncommon way (perhaps common in our "movement"-- but definitely not historically ) I literally did not know ANY other saved people after I had gotten saved. But, it all started with me becoming a "truther". My whole life I knew that there was some kind of TRUTH out there- and it wasn't enough for me to just know that #Bushdid911, I always was researching trying to find the answers to "life, the universe, and everything". Why are we here? How did we get here? Where do we go after we die? 

My parents had no answers- my father is agnostic/atheist and my mother has eastern Buddhism/Hindu metaphysical reincarnation type of mindset. I could smell the bull in both of those world views from a mile away. No- there was a TRUTH out there- I just knew it. And I believed I would be able to know it when I found it. I researched almost every religion on the planet and even read their sacred texts. Nothing. The last religion I even considered to read up on was Christianity. I had never really considered that anything true would be in the Bible, and I almost did not even read it. 

It was like my entire life, I had a blindfold on when it comes to the things of God- going through my old childhood journal after I got saved, I found the lyrics to "rock of ages", an old hymn of the faith. I remembered finding it online as a kid and liking it for some reason, and I even distinctly remember liking the line "let the water and the blood from thy wounded side which flowed" but I had no idea what that even meant. I just really liked that imagery of water and blood. 

Anyway, at the last, I found the Bible and decided to read it. The first thing I ever read of the Bible was Ezekiel. I was searching for the truth of the universe in sacred texts of various religions by an archive on sacred-texts.org. I clicked Ezekiel just because I liked how the name looked. And WHAT POWER the Word of God had-- it was NOTHING like all of the other "sacred texts" I had been reading. It was like as if it was the word of the GOD! And it BLEW my mind. I always assumed the Bible was just a bunch of rules and cute phrases like "love thy neighbor". I had no idea it was an actually story, or many stories rather. 

So I read Ezekiel and I instantly became obsessed with The Bible. I asked my grandmother if she had a Bible and she had an old dusty King James Version sitting up on a bookshelf and she let me have it. I also went to the library and got "The Bible: For Dummies" and read that. One day I had told someone I was wanting to become a Christian and that I had been reading the Bible. They told me that I better never read the King James Version because it was a fraud and a deception. So, I did what I always did for my entire life whenever I had a question: I Googled it. The first thing that came up was a movie on YouTube called New World Order Bible Versions. I watched it, and the rest is history. I got saved, and I never looked back-- and instantly I lost almost everyone. Everyone thought I had gone crazy, and I had no good influences in my life because I didn't know any saved christians. 

Because of this problem, I started spending admittedly too much time on Facebook "e-fellowshipping" with other listeners of Pastor Anderson. I was always talking and messaging and commenting online with them. I was added to a group on Facebook called Hated of All Men which was a pre-FWBC Listeners group for all of the FWBC listeners. Ken was the admin of the group. 

One day I started messaging Ken, and I found out we had a lot in common. We both had terrible pasts, we both had at one point in our lives  been alcoholics, on drugs, black sheep of the family, not to be trusted, not to be taken seriously, into the occult, researching every day trying to find the TRUTHS; 9/11, demons, UFOs, Jewish Hollywood, Zionism, the bankers, occult Egyptian symbolism, GMOs--- we both were class A conspiracy theorists with terrible pasts that had found Christ recently and gotten saved listening to Pastor Anderson preach the gospel from the KJV. Instantly I fell in love. With a man I never met.  A man 8 year older than me. That might not have been a big deal to some, but me being in my early 20s and him in his early 30s, it was a big deal to my mom-- at first. 

But my mom wasn't as unsupportive as my brother. We are Irish twins and I'm the oldest, but you wouldn't know it by how much he bosses me around and talks down to me. I DO understand why he just couldn't support me moving across the country and marrying a guy I never met- okay, I'm not completely dense. Just dense enough to... move across the complete and marry a guy I'd never met 

My brother said it all-- that Kens probably lying about his beliefs to get me, that he's probably a murderer, and last but not least, after he just couldn't convince me of those things, he tried to persuade me not to go because he said there was no ocean in Oklahoma and that all the lakes had blood sucking leeches. 

It didn't work. I was in love. I was convinced that I had finally met the man that I had always wanted-- the epitome of everything I've ever wanted in a man. A saved KJV only Christian, someone who fears God, a conspiracy "theorist", a hunter, a fisher, an older man, a funny man, a sweet man. And, you know... he's pretty cute  #beardedmen

I talked to Ken on the computer, phone and webcam for not even 1 month before I decided I was going to marry him. My mom, through talking to him and knowing my longing to be a godly wife and someday mother, knew that this is what I wanted to do with my whole heart, and she started to support me. After about 3 weeks I got her blessing to give me away in marriage to him. Because I was flying to Oklahoma to meet him, the only way she could give me away was by driving me to the airport and Seeing me off. 

We never had a wedding, and I never wore a pretty dress, but we signed a marriage license in a crowded city hall and the rest is history. I was a wife. I was married to a saved Christian man who loved me and would lay down his life for me. Two weeks later (although I didn't find out until almost May) I conceived a child-- the firstborn Noah Vivian Evensen Smith. I was a mother. I was saved. I was in church. I was reading my bible. I was praying. I was thanking. I was happy. I was complete. 

Happy Anniversary to my husband