I Have the Victory 

On Sunday, my pastor spoke about the battleground of stepping out in faith and doing what God has called us to do. He said, “Don’t think the devil is going to make it easy for you. It is a battle. After the week I’ve had if you could see me in the spiritual realm, I have a bloody face and nose.” Oh boy, I am definitely in a battle. 

I’ve said since shortly after the accident that the devil was doing all he could do to shut me up. You see, I knew that I was called to be the voice of our story. I knew that God was using me to share His goodness and grace with others. Our boys and their journey offered so many people hope in their own lives and situations. It was and continues to be up to me to make sure that I am listening to what God is  leading me to share and having the faith to do it. I also knew then that the devil wasn’t going to make it easy for me. 

Everytime God gives me a word to share, a part of me wonders what it will open the door to. There were times after the accident that I would share a miracle that happened knowing that my faith would be tested because of it. The devil would immediately swoop in and try to make me regret sharing it. I would be taunted spiritually and fear would set in. I would think, “What if I share this and I’m wrong? Maybe I should wait until a little time has passed and I am absolutely certain.” The truth was, God declared it and nothing the doctors would say would contradict His word. I had to learn to step out in faith, regardless of how others perceived it. It caused me to stand planted even more firmly in place on the word. I had to backup my faith with action, because so many people were watching me live it. 

It isn’t always easy to do. There are times when I want to cry mercy, throw my hands up in the air and just shut my mouth. I think, “Maybe the devil will stop attacking my family.” It seems like we can’t catch a break. Everytime we think we are gaining ground we take two steps back. Do you know what that tells me? Our journey isn’t over. God still has plans for our family and it is going to be GREAT! The devil is losing, and he knows it! Otherwise, why would he be so busy throwing punches? 

There is no doubt that I am in a spiritual battle. There is a devil and he is out to kill, steal and destroy. He wants to shut me up. He wants me to fall down in despair and lose faith. He doesn’t want me to share how great our God is. He wants people to only see the struggles our family has and still face. He wants people to question why our family is going through so many hardships if I have faith and God on my side. The devil wants people to ask, “If God was so great, why would He allow these things to keep happening in her family?” The answer is simple, I know the outcome. The devil loses and God wins. And as much as I am able, I will continue to shout His praises.  I refuse to allow the devil to deceive people by using my family. 

So when the T-G asked me to do an interview last week, I said absolutely and without hesitation. The more the devil attacks, the more I will praise Jesus publicly. The outcome of the current battle doesn’t concern me. I am looking towards my victory in the end. Yes, I am beat up and bloody, but I know who wins this war in the end. I know who has the victory… by the blood of Jesus, I do!

On the way to Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital yesterday with Jackson, I thought about this blog post, which I hadn’t posted publicly yet. The devil was once again going on the offense and trying to scare me into keeping my mouth shut. “You sure you want to post that?” he taunted.

So what did I do? I posted it anyway!!! And guess what,  Jackson is still smiling and after numerous tests the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with him! Why? Because God is good and through Him I can do ALL things! People tell me all the time that they don’t know how I’ve been able to stay strong through all of this. It has NEVER been my strength. It has always been Him, since that very first moment by the side of that road. 

Love & blessings, 

C.C. Andrews 

Treating Him The Same 

This was on old crate froma factory in Nashville that I absolutely loved. I had huge plans of making it into a flower planter. Jackson, however, decided he needed to tear it apart with tools. He is going through a phase of wanting to build things and using his imagination to think of alternate uses for items. I definitely want to encourage this kind of learning in normal circumstances. My vintage crate had an intended use, and it definitely wasn’t meant to be broken into pieces.

Jackson hardly ever gets in trouble, but this morning I had to lecture him about respecting other people’s personal property. I explained to him that this was something that I loved and it can never be replaced. 

It has always been hard to discipline Jackson. When he was little he would look at me with his big blue eyes and say, “I sorry.” It is even more difficult now. And yet, it has to be done. Regardless of his circumstances, he still has to learn what acceptable behavior is. 

Had the culprit been one of our other boys, the punishment would have been more severe than a lecture.  Jacob would have been expected to know better. Joshua as well, but he is still at the age where he makes mistakes and does things without thinking of the consequences. With Jackson, a lecture was enough. With tears in his eyes, he apologized and sincerely meant it. 

One of these days, a lecture won’t be enough. He will grow older, come into puberty and all of the teenage drama that entails. Although disciplining him will still be difficult, I pray that I step up to the challenge. At the end of the day, regardless if he is in a wheelchair or not, I am responsible for teaching him. It is my job to make sure that his knows right from wrong, how to treat others, and always strives to be the best that he can be. 

As we always say, Jackson is the same now as he was before the car accident, he just gets around on wheels instead of two legs. That means treating him the same and having the same expectations as we do for all of our other boys. 

Love & blessings, 



When anniversaries are coming up, we tend to think about that moment in our lives that define that anniversary. If it’s a wedding anniversary, we think about the day of our wedding and the memories made. On birthdays of our children, we remember our labor and delivery. The first moment we held our child and heard their cry. When anniversaries of the death of a loved one draws near, we think about the day we lost someone that we dearly loved. Anniversaries are place markers in our lives that have significant meaning. Sometimes these dates changed the course of our lives forever. 

With the anniversary of the accident fast approaching, I have spent a lot of time in thought. I have contemplated every decision that lead up to that horrific day. A day that will forever be considered the worst day in my life. My life was forever changed. Our children’s lives were forever changed. It was literally my worst nightmare, only one that I couldn’t wake up from. I had to live it. I had to face it. I was mom, and failing wasn’t an option. I had 5 children who needed me. I remember thinking, “I have to do this. I have to be strong for them.” And on the tail of that thought, “God, please give me the strength to do this.” 

The last week has been extremely hard for me. The memories sometimes take me back to that phone call. Being on the side of that road, hearing my children scream. The helplessness that I felt. Seeing them in pain, and not being able to take it away. Those first days in the hospital when we didn’t know if Alex or Jackson would live. The moment when the doctor told us that Jackson would never walk again. 

But there are also good memories. The strength of family. The outpouring of love from strangers who supported us every step of the way. The miracles, time after time, that God bestowed on our babies. The opportunity for us to grow as individuals and lessons learned, like humility and faith. 

This anniversary will always define the day our lives changed. It will be, according to doctors, the last day that Jackson will ever walk again. There will always be sadness and “what ifs”. Yet, God reminded me that in this too I have a choice. I can choose to dwell on the heartache. I can choose to remember as a mother the overwhelming fear that I had. Or I can choose to remember the good. I can remember the love and support we were shown. The moments when God showed up and showed out. Our front row seats as He showed us what faith and prayer can do. I can be thankful that all of our boys are here. And I can cherish every single moment I have been allowed to share with them. Each smile. Each laugh. The chance to be there for every single accomplishment they have achieved on their journey, because these boys of mine are strong and they are fighters. 

So as the anniversary draws near, I will remember the good and to be thankful for what God has done. 

Love & blessings,