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Holy Cow, I Did It!

I received the official paperback copy of my book today. I had seen the digital proof before approving it, of course. But I had not actually held the book in my hands until today.

As I opened the package, I couldn’t breathe. My hands shook, and when I pulled my book out of the cardboard package, I wasn’t prepared when the water works began.

I knew the book was officially published, so that wasn’t it. I also knew that I had put myself and my family out there for the world to see. I had shared private moments of our family that until now, no one ever knew. I had poured my heart and soul into this book and was as raw and honest as a person could absolutely be. And now, everyone who read it would know my deepest secrets. I had already had a “come to Jesus” (literally) about sharing myself with perfect strangers, yet decided to risk it all and trust in God. I was no longer afraid for people to learn the real me, so that wasn’t it either.

It was the countless nights of staying up late writing. The hundreds of hours spent laboriously typing word after word. All of the second guessing I did. Prayer after prayer, trying to convince God that I wasn’t the right person for this job, all the while Him assuring me that I was. The emotions came from all of the battles I had to face to finally hold this book, my book, in my hands. I had done it. Despite everything, I had actually made it to the finish line, just like God said I would.

Love & blessings,

C.C. Hasty Andrews

Stay In the Fight

June 9, 2015 (Facebook Post)

On Sunday as we hiked to Machine Falls, this guy helped us along the way. When we finally arrived at the falls, I noticed him reading a book. But it wasn’t just any book, it was the Bible. He hiked all the way there by himself to have fellowship with God. The very next day, my son Alex and I had a conversation about how important it is to have a relationship with the Lord, and going to church every Sunday is not a requirement to do so. I have always taught my boys that church is everywhere and anywhere you are. Even if you don’t go to church on Sunday’s, you can still love worship God. A girl told my son in school recently that he would go to hell if he didn’t go to church on Sunday’s. She really believes this. Don’t get me wrong, a church with fellow believers is an awesome thing to be a part of, but don’t let the devil make you believe this lie. Talk to God, wherever you are and whenever you want, because that is the most important relationship you will ever have!

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I wrote this post on Facebook just 2 months before the accident that would forever change our lives. As I read that post on my Facebook memories, two things stood out to me.

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First, that summer was one of the best summers our family had ever had. We did so much that summer that involved physical activity and being together. Hiking was just one of the things our family had recently learned that we loved. That summer we went to Universal Studios, visited the beach, and anything that involved being active. I believe God was preparing us for what was to come. I will never forget helping Jackson climb up a very steep hill while hiking and glaring at his father the entire time because I was afraid Jackson would fall. I will always have the memory of writing mine and Jackson’s names in the sand with our toes. Seeing him jumping in the waves at the beach with his brothers. And carrying his shoes in my hands because he got blisters on his little feet at Universal Studios. I believe God gave us these memories to carry in our hearts. Not to remind us of what Jackson lost, but to give us sweet memories and the hope that someday we would see Jackson do those things again.

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This post made so long ago also reminded me that although I don’t believe you have to go to church to believe in God or to be saved, having a church family is also a wonderful thing to be a part of. Our family had recently found a church that we all loved that summer before the accident. Until then, my husband and I could never agree on a church home for our family. We had also recently started nightly devotions with the boys. They loved that time together as a family and would listen to every word of the devotion. They wouldn’t let me forget the nightly devotion because every night they would remind me that it was devotion time! This too I believe is not a coincidence. The devil comes to kill, steal and destroy. The devil decided that our family was a threat and decided to test our faith in the most absolute way possible. You see, we were finally doing everything right.

If things seem hard in your life right now and you feel as if everything that could go wrong has, it may just be that you are actually doing everything right too. God doesn’t promise us that life will be without trials. In fact, the opposite is true. He tells us that there will be trials to face, but He assures us that we won’t be alone. And from the moment I received the call at 4:09 pm that our boys were trapped in a car and all were critical injuried, He never left my side. I can tell you without any hesitation that God will always be there for you too. Press forward. Push on. When all seems hopeless and lost, remember that you are going to win the fight, because God is there fighting this battle with you.

Marriage and All That Crap

Today is our five year anniversary, as my husband decided to remind me this morning while I was sitting on the toilet. True love is when your man kisses you goodbye on the crapper! In all seriousness, that is the reality of marriage. It isn’t all flowers and days full of sunshine. 

Speaking of crap, we have been through more than out share of it. We’ve raised my two sons and his three. That in itself is a hurdle to cross. We opened two business pursuing our dreams, only to lose them after the accident. And let’s not forget the accident that flipped our world upside down. I’ve had to become a stay-at-home mom, which was something I never wanted to do. I love my boys and I rock this new position, but it definitely wasn’t in my plans for my life. We’ve lost both of our grandmothers, my husbands grandfather, my uncle and 18 year old cousin. I’ve lost several people that I called friends. And all of that was in the last five years. 

I’m sure it sounds like I’m whining. And to some degree, I am. That’s a lot of crap to deal with in five years. But at the end of the day, we choose to marry someone that is going to stick around, even during all of life’s crap. I would love to say our marriage has been full of nothing but love and weekend trips and roses and petals. But that isn’t the reality of marriage and statistics tell us that’s not anyone else’s reality either, no matter how much people try to convince you it is on social media. 

I am thankful that I have a husband who sticks by me, even when I am acting like a crazy menopausal lunitc. I’m thankful that when he had his mini breakdown after the accident, I didn’t kill him and was able to love him through it (pretty sure he’s thankful about too). And I am thankful that through all of the crappy times, we’ve been able to stay together and love each other through them. 

What more could a girl ask for than that? 

Love & blessings, 

C.C. Andrews