My name is Marisa, but most know me as Mis and this is my little corner of the internet. I've worn many names over the years, but my most honored are wife and mama. My beloved, Adam, found me drowning in one of the darkest seasons when we met. Drenched in shame and brokenness, I had no idea what my future would hold. I prayed that such a love could be waiting for me, but felt too far gone and undeserving to receive it. God, however, had other plans. He sent out a rescue team, and Adam was the lifesaver He used to pull me back to safe shores. Adam is my calm, my home base, my best friend. For 13 years God has used this man to speak worthiness, loveliness and beauty into my heart over and over again. For 12 years I have had the privilege of being his bride. Along the way our family has grown by 7 new lives, and we have surrendered every other one back to the care and company of our Father. Our daughter, Maggie, was our middle babe. She grew inside of me for 31 weeks before she was called home to Jesus. Her life and death brought on a torrent of grief that threatened to pull me under, and through each wave God was steady and constant. Today our house is filled with the sounds of 4 little people--3 sons, 1 daughter and redemption overflowing. Our days are long and messy, but I am SO grateful for these people in my boat. There is so much we will not understand this side of Heaven, but THIS I know:
Jesus pursues us relentlessly and loves us unconditionally.
He knows our names, He knows our days, He does not abandon us--EVER.
We are forgiven in Him, we are redeemed in Him, we are ENOUGH in Him.
He knows our hearts, He knows our hurts, He knows the plans He has for us.
Sometimes He delivers us FROM the hurt, other times He delivers us IN the hurt.
On the day the earth trembled and darkness filled the sky, our Savior took his place up on a cross that we deserved and
IT WAS FINISHED.
Storms are sure to come in this life, but hope is not lost. Jesus has bridged the gap between the unbearable despair of this world and the unending peace of Paradise.
Our story is woven together with joy and sorrow, regret and redemption, and sweet proof that in our brokenness, God does not waste one single piece. Even when the waves come crashing, He is still good.
He is our beloved, abiding anchor--steadfast, strong and unwavering--and we cling to the HOPE He promises.
"WE HAVE THIS HOPE AS AN ANCHOR FOR THE SOUL, FIRM AND SECURE."