Welcome!

Hello all!  Well, I have finally started a blog!  I am pretty excited about posting my thoughts and experiences with you all. 

I started this blog because I have always wanted to write.  Whether it was writing a book, or articles to publish in a paper or a magazine. I thought it would be an amazing experience.  This blog will be dedicated to my journey through my relationship with Christ, as well as my walk in life in general.  I hope that it will touch somebody's soul and relate to each one of you in a special way.  I know that I have seen first-hand some of the many miracles God performs.  I wanted to be able to share that experience and offer a hope and peace that only God can create.  The first thing I wanted to share is my testimony, how I became a follower of Jesus Christ.

I was born and raised in a Catholic home.  My parents always attended church every Sunday, as well as my two brothers and myself.  Once I went away to college, it was my responsibility to make my faith my own.  Obviously, not being very mature as an 18 year-old girl with a new-found indepedence, my faith took a back seat to school, friends and having fun.  While in school, I had developed my own opinion of what God was when I saw all the pain and suffering my friends and even my family were going through.  It was difficult for me to believe in a God who would let that happen.  However, a different group of friends had invited me to Koinonia, a college retreat that students at my school can go to for a weekend.  The following semester, I was asked to be a leader on this special retreat.  I had agreed, longing to have a deeper relationship with the Lord, like the new friends I had found.  My heart still wasn't prepared for the deep, mature faith of most Christians I know.  In that time, I struggled with an eating disorder, bulimia.  It wasn't because I felt that my body wasn't the way I wanted it to be, but because I was suffering from depression and longing for acceptance and love from my friends, amongst others.  My brother, Joe, who recently found Christ ended up having many talks with me about God during that difficult time in my life.  I remember listening to him bring up Scripture passages as well as singing/ playing Christian songs he had learned from the new church he started attending.  He invited me to church with him one day, and from there on out, my life was changed.  I felt touched by the music, sermons and the welcoming atmosphere there.  I would attend occasionally because I was still in school and attending chapel at my college.  Once the summer came, I attended Judson Memorial Baptist Church regularly.  My sister-in-law encouraged me to date a man who little did we know, would become my husband, Justin.  At first, I was reluctant to start a relationship because I wanted to make sure I was going to Judson for the right reason.  However, there was something special about Justin.  After three weeks of talking on the phone, we began to date.  Six months later, I officially made a committment to follow Christ, got baptized and got involved in the church.  On September 22, 2006, Justin asked me to be his wife at the church pond.  We were married on October 13, 2007.  Over a year later, I had suffered a miscarriage.  Because we had wanted a baby for some time, it was especially devastating for me.  In that experience, my faith was tested and shaken off of its foundation.  While I was not proud of the way I handled myself or my trust in God at that time, I do feel that I have grown from the experience.  I can now say that God will be glorified through that tragedy because of my choice to cling closer to Him and to share with others who may struggle with the same hurt.  It was only through amazing friends and family that God had put in my path, which brought me back to knowing that God plans were to prosper me and not to harm me.  My prayer is that my experience with infertility in the past 3 years will also bring hope and encouragement to those struggling to have a family of their own as well.  I trust completely that God has us in the palm of His hands, and that His ways are better than my own wants or desires.  I also believe that if God does not have children planned for Justin and I, that if I trust in Him alone, I may get something bigger and better.

A lot has happened since then, which continues to deepen my faith with Christ and bring me to an even stronger spiritual maturity than I could ever imagine.  I am finding those "shake your faith to the foundation" moments, is when I am more capable of listening to what God is trying to tell me, mostly because I think God knows that I am a stubborn Italian girl and I need that jolt to get my full attention! :) My hope is that this blog will share my journey in faith as well as inspire others along the way in their own lives.  I pray that you will be touched and come to know Jesus Christ even more deeply through these journal entries.  My hope is that we will be able to walk in faith together, knowing God more intimately than we ever knew possible. 

I named my blog A Woman after God's Own Heart because that is just what my hope is to be.  I want to be remembered for being a woman that is constantly chasing after God.  David was known as a man after God's own heart, even though he fell short in the expectations of Christian living.  We all fall short.  We all sin.  None of us are free from that.  My prayer is that I can be remembered in that same way.  A woman after God's own heart.  That is my sole prayer.  dei coure is Italian for God's Heart, which seemed fitting for the URL title.  I hope that you enjoy the posts to come my friends!