My son, Kyle, has a dream of someday either being an NFL coach of a team or owning one. On Saturday, his dream began with his first coaching position of my other son, Nathan’s, team. I was one proud momma!

When I post about my kids, it may seem odd, but if you lived inside my heart, you’d understand. When my older two were little, I oppressed them with a darkness that’s hard to fathom: stripping, selling my body, alcoholic, drug addict…I used to cuss at them constantly and would slam the doors so hard that the door frames would be loose, cracked paint, etc. That was the environment they were molded in. I am so grateful that Light overwhelms darkness and that God’s Love restores.

When I sobered up, Kyle hated me, disrespected me. The only words he spoke to me were in an edgy, irritated, disgusted tone. My daughter was suicidal, and he felt that I caused that. There was so much hurt, so much brokenness, so much pain. And then I decided to “really” follow God, and everything changed.

At first, Kyle didn’t trust any of this God stuff. He rarely talked to me. The closer I walked with Jesus, the more healing our family experienced. Now, you couldn’t tear us apart. The love that flows through our home and our hearts is like an never ending sea of forgiveness. My kids have dreams, goals. They trust their mom because they know Who she trusts every day.

Kyle is amazing! While I was a mess, he cared for the kids. He would try to mend everything I broke. It was hard for him to step back and let me step forward, but that transition has happened, and our family is amazing! His NFL dream WILL come true. It’s amazing how God can restore a lifetime of pain in one hug, in one smile, in just “being” there for someone. There is always hope.