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Welcome To My Home

It was 2016, I was finally working at a great school, with awesome people. I was happy and feeling complete! It had been forever it seemed that I’d been stuck with clicky bosses and their brown nosing pets, illness and child-bearing, raising children, whiling working my butt off and so many classes and certificate programs – it would blow your mind! None of it ever got me the happiness and the “praise”  or pay I was looking for. It was like a dream come true walking in to PEPC- Early Learning Center for me. I have never meet so many amazing and support ladies in all my life. Many churches and people in churches claim to serve God and many are just lip service to get people to sign up with them. I know both well. I have worked and attend these churches and befriended these people. To be apart of a real organizations that is truly serving God and is about LOVE first was everything I have been searching for for so long! One day while in the classroom, I received a call from my husband in the middle of the day to tell me he had been let go from his job. I felt terrible for him. My guy. Jason is so smart, a genius, diligent and so very loyal. He had made that company so much money over and over again. He had taken pay cuts himself to save his employees from taking the hits and losing their jobs. The truth was the car business, in this fashion was never going to match with his integrity and his heart. My work was never going to be enough to pay the bills even though I was now making so much more at my new school. They did come through for us is so many ways I wasn’t even prepared for! I had so many people reaching out in prayer, people I had never met before. People offering to pay our bills, buy food, give me gas money and donate clothes for my kids! It was awesome! I couldn’t count how many times I would be packing up my classroom and headed to car and dinner for my whole family would be waiting for me in the lounge. If it wasn’t a coworker, it was a random parent from our school or even a staff member or church member who just wanted to server and help. My family was so cared for. My two teacher assistants even would show up to class with lotions, soaps, coffees and essentials oils to helps me stay as unstressed as possible through it all. I thought how did I ever get so blessed? After enduring a terrible “fake” Christian school for years and going to school myself, along with taking every single certificate program in site…finally, I almost felt like I won the lottery! I felt so good in fact that I didn’t worry at all about Jason getting a new job. I knew God would provide. I was so faithful. This was the best I had felt maybe ever. I was on a high when most people would have been worried. Jason was driving me to a dentist appointment when he got a call that changed all of our lives forever. Next thing I knew I was giving my notice to the best place that I had ever worked or had been apart of all to follow Jason new career path. In 30 short days my family was moving to North Dakota. Soon to be residence of Minnesota. All that happiness and joy, my faithfulness and security didn’t leave overnight but it did leave me. In came sadness and loneliness, anxious and depressed and it all got worse and more confusing over the years as we moved from Colorado, to North Dakota, Minnesota, California and currently New Jersey. This is what lead me to start a blog. I know it’s so stereotypical in a way. Some lonely housewife has way too much time on her hands and needs a platform to rant. Well, in some people’s point of view a blog is just social media. No different then Facebook or twitter but I don’t see it that way at all. My blog is used for something I have been doing my whole life and God lead me to it in my deepest time of need… writing. State of Skelly/fabricthatmademe is a place that I go to write whatever comes to me. Where you will read my heart’s journey through some very tough and trying times. But you’ll also experiencing with me so much joy, laugher, learning and growth. You’ll read poems and notes, different quotes for different seasons of life. You’ll experience photos and more as I document travels with my family and I. You see, this blog is more then a place to rant. This is my leather bound notebook, full of blood, sweat and tears. It’s full of mistakes and mispelts words because my passion got the best of my fingers… it’s my faith and soul all wrapped up in small four words that I made into one. fabricthatmademe. enjoy.