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Ever heard God tell you to do something and immediately thought, “Nope, not gonna happen.” I can recall several instances when this has been true in my life. And yet, He has always found a way to convince me. I always look back and think, “Well, that wasn’t so bad and I could have saved myself a lot of heartache if I would have just done it to begin with.”

This is one of those times. I have felt God urging me to write again. I have even had people reach out to me that have come across my blog to tell me how inspirational it is. For a while, I didn’t have any words. I honestly thought that the season of me sharing my life with others was over. It has felt like wandering in the dessert knowing that I would never find water again.

A part of me was thankful. My life has had so many challenges. From molestation as a child, becoming a single mother at the young age of 16, and of course the wreck that altered the course of not only my life, but the lives of my children. And most recently, a divorce. I can’t begin to tell you how many people have said, “I don’t know how you stay so positive and so strong.” I didn’t want to be strong anymore. I just wanted to feel normal.

After the divorce, I felt like a failure. How could I, who prayed for God to save my marriage and did so publicly for the world to see, have anything left to say to anyone. It has taken me a lot of time, but I know now that God did save my marriage, for a season. I was meant to be a mother to my children who needed me after the wreck. Now God has began a new season in my life.

From every challenge in my life, I have been able to help others. I can truly say, “Yes, I know how you feel.” I can relate to what people are going through genuinely and with compassion. I have learned that my story is meant to help others. And that by doing so, God heals and restores me too.

My uncle Billy passed away four years ago today. He was the light of my world growing up. He was funny and his laugh was infectious. He loved to play practical jokes. He taught me to love music. I spent hours listening to music with him and to this day I can’t hear Creedence Clearwater Revival without thinking of him. Most importantly, he taught me that I could be safe around a man. I knew that he loved me and would never hurt me.

My beautiful Nannie and uncle Billy

In 2012, his 18 year old son died suddenly in a tragic car accident. Our relationship was never the same. He acted out of anger and said things to hurt me deeply. I understood, and I was always ready to listen. I didn’t mind being the “punching bag” because he needed to express his feelings. I have sons. I know that if I were to lose them, I probably would react in ways that I normally wouldn’t too.

After the wreck, I was hurt when he didn’t come to the hospital. He later called to apologize and left me a voicemail. But at the time, all I heard was excuses. My focus was on my kids and being there for them. I didn’t think I had time for family drama, so I never called him back. I would never have the chance to do so again. He died shortly after due to a massive heart attack. I barley made it in time to the hospital to say goodbye.

I am not one to live my life with regrets. I know that that there are consequences to choices I make. I believe that you reap what you sow. Had I not had such a tumultuous childhood, I wouldn’t have my two boys. Had I not decided to try to make my marriage work, I wouldn’t have been able to be there when the boys needed me most. But not accepting an apology from my uncle Billy is a regret that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. He died never knowing that I was acting out of hurt, and that I loved him deeply.

Do I believe that our relationship would have gotten better had I accepted the apology? No, I don’t. But I now know that forgiving someone isn’t always about reconciliation. Forgiveness is acknowledging that you were hurt, then allowing healing to begin.

My hope in sharing my story is that if you have conflict with someone who has tried to ask for forgiveness, accept it. I am not suggestion that you reconcile with that person or even continue a relationship with that person. You will then allow yourself the opportunity to heal. Most importantly, you won’t be left with regret when you suddenly realize one day that you will never have the chance again.

Love & Blessings,

C.C. Hasty

Fear is a Liar

It’s been a while since my last blog post. The main reason is I that I started working again full-time. Which was great for our finances, plus it helped me from going stir crazy. But not so great when trying to balance a new job, a family and still have time for “me”.

Two months ago God told me that my story wasn’t over yet. Amazing how He gives us glimpses into our future. I knew then that I would be facing another trial. Less than a week later I learned that I would have to have heart surgery, only two days before my 40th Birthday.

My left anterior descending artery was one hundred percent blocked. This is known as the widow maker because the survival rate is so poor. I’m a living walking miracle. It was only by the grace of God and because I listened to my heart that I am alive. God put doctors and nurses in my path that listened to my symptoms and took them seriously, despite my age.

I also recently decided to finally start sharing my story during speaking events. So, of course the devil would go on attack to shut me up! Trust me when I say that I allowed fear to hold me back from speaking for a very long time. I am not a public speaker. In fact, I get nervous just thinking about it. But I also know that this is something God has called me to do and He will give me the courage to step out in faith to do it.

And of course after I agreed to speak, I was told that I would be the featured speaker and only speaker at the First Baptist Church quarterly women’s meeting on March 5th and that there would be at least 150 to 200 women there. God would never ask me to do anything on a small scale 😂

Days after I agreed to speak, the Lord gave me my entire presentation in one sleepless night. I couldn’t sleep because I had to keep getting up to write down notes! And the other day as I once again allowed fear and doubt to creep in, God reminded me about those words I had written. As I sat down to read them, tears filled my eyes. Man this word is GOOD and could have only come from HIM. I’m reminded that the world doesn’t revolve around me and my wants and needs. It doesn’t revolve around my fears and trepidation’s. It revolves around Him and His greater purpose.

So, shaking voice and shaking knees, I WILL speak at this event and it WILL be an amazing word from God!

Love and blessings,


Praying for Yourself

I have a toothache. Nothing serious, just annoying at times. I have been thinking that I should just go to the dentist and pay whatever it is to have my cavity filled instead of being a tight wad and waiting for the insurance at my new job to take effect.

In the meantime, on the way to church this morning, Alex and I were talking about healing. Only six months ago Jackson’s neurologist had warned us that surgery was almost a guarantee. Yet, during his recent check-up, the MRI revealed that Jackson’s spine had straightened drastically, to the point that he may never have to have surgery. All due to the power of prayer. God is good y’all.

During our conversation, Alex and I even remarked that his healing was total. Before the accident he had been told twice that he had 8 cavities that needed to be filled. After a good mom scolding, we were in the process of scheduling the appointments before the wreck happened. Since then, he has been told by two separate dentist that he doesn’t have even a single cavity. God didn’t just heal him from pancreatitis and diabetes, he healed him completely.

After church, as my tooth began to ache, I had a revelation. I hadn’t even considered asking God to heal my toothache. As a mom, we tend to pray for our spouse and our children. We pray for our church and our friends. We even pray for people we don’t know personally but have heard need our prayers. But sometimes…. we tend to forget to pray for ourselves. Us moms are nurtures, but we forget that we also have to take care of ourselves too. God wants to heal us. He’s just waiting for us to ask Him. Even when it’s something as simple as a toothache.

Love and blessings,

C.C. Hasty Andrews

P.S. I love hearing everyone’s feedback on my new book The Roadway to Heaven, so keep them coming!