Taking one step at a time. Following Gods footprints and standing on the ROCK so I will not stumble and fall. These are going to be blogs about what God is doing in my life, my random thoughts, and quite possible mommy blogs.
Blessed with my baby boy Liam. Saved by Grace. Trusting in Him and Him alone.
To all the birth moms, step moms, mothers who lost a child, mothers of adopted children, all mothers. Happy Mother’s Day! I know it’s early but I love this video!
One of my favorite youtubers Missy Lanning made this video and made one from last year. She lost two sons to miscarriages and now is finally a mother to her adorable son Oliver.
You probably won’t be able to find me and Liam but we are in the picture collage at the end of the video! That makes this even more cool to me!
Being a mother has changed and blessed my life more than I ever imagined. I’m so in love.
My name is Libby Basler, I am a student, I am a teenager, and I AM A MOTHER.
I have always found that I connect best through music. I will sit in my car or in my room and listen to praise music and feel so connected to God
I remember the first night home I cried all night long. Not because I was sad to be home. I was just very overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions. Liams father was stressing me out and claiming that he quite literally could not live without me (sounds a bit silly saying that) and he wanted to commit suicide. Deep down I really didn’t believe him because he valued his life more than that and he was just saying that to be manipulative. However, I was still scared of the “what if”. Adding to my emotional exhaustion was being 2 months pregnant and realizing I was doing this “alone”. Granted I do have the most amazing support system but what I mean by alone is without a husband. The way God intended this whole process to go. But if I’m being completely honest I was still very lost that first night home and did feel like I was alone.
Anyways back to what I was saying about music. The first night home as I was crying I was listening to Worn by Tenth Avenue North. It became my hearts cry. The whole song is beautiful but here’s just the first part.
I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn
As I progressed and realized where my true identity lies I realized Libby wasn’t my name. Not even Elizabeth was my name. so let me properly introduce myself.
Hello, my name is CHILD OF THE ONE TRUE KING.
That sounded super corny but it is true. As Matthew West lyrics state “ive been saved ive been changed I have been set free!” I can now rest in that. Especially being a mother I can see a little tiny glace of Gods love for us. I would do anything for my son. I would do anything to keep him safe. I love him more than anything this world could offer and to think that God loves ME like that but on a way bigger scale blows my mind. It humbles me. God loves ME. Elizabeth Basler. He chose ME. He loved ME even when I was running away from him. He whispered to ME to come back to his embrace. I heard that growing up and I think I kind of let it go in one ear out the other because that is a huge deal. To think a God that big know ME personally brings me to tears.
He truly is a personal God. I remember that first night feeling his holding me and telling me it will be ok He will provide. My prayer now is that God will stir a longing in Liams heart to want a personal relationship with the Lord.
Well thanks for listening to my ADD thoughts that I know had wrong grammar all through it and was kind of random but hey who cares!
May the Lord bless yall this week!
enjoy this cute picture of the love of my life
[This is my first time writing my story out. I am just going to be honest. This is probably going to have bad grammar and be kind of ADD but I just feel the need to share what the lord has done]
This time one year ago I was living with my boyfriend. Little did I know I was about 4 weeks pregnant. I had no clue what was coming next. On May 5, 2013, my boyfriend and I packed up our bags and moved to his hometown in Arkansas. On the 6th of May I took a pregnancy test and with in thirty seconds discovered I was going to be a mom.
Now let me back up… I grew up in church I knew God and I loved Him. However, I did not fear him. I did not think He saw ME. I felt insignificant. Growing up I was made fun of. By my sophomore year I thought I found a solution. Be friends with everyone. I had no clue that I would have to wear a million different masks. I became someone who was not Me. I didn’t know who I was anymore. By senior year I had gone down a bad path with guys. Giving my heart and body away to basically whoever would “value me”. I felt that was all I as worth.
Now back to May of last year. I knew I had made a mistake leaving my parents house the second I left. It was my pride that kept me from coming back. I didn’t want to admit I was wrong. When I found out I was pregnant I knew that was God telling me to come home! I knew that I could not live the way I was living if it meant giving my child anything but a Godly stable life. I came home May 19. That was a day ill never forget. My parents welcomed me with open arms. (I could talk about how blessed I am by them but that will have to be another post.)
That summer I went to Kamp Kingsland (my church’s youth camp). I remember hearing a song about God being a father to the fatherless. it was then I realized Liam didn’t need his father God would provide a man or would fill that void. I went home to a mass of texts saying “I love you” “please don’t leave me” ” we can be a family” “come back”. I told him I couldn’t and explained what I learned at camp. it was so hard but in the end very freeing.
From that day on I had to learn to solely rely on Christ. I started to walk with Him. Everyday I have to remind myself that He is stronger.
He is my value and my worth. I am a daughter of the King. I am made in Gods perfect image and THAT alone is enough. That is where I find my fulfillment. I also could talk about my feelings and the spiritual experience I had during the birth of Liam but I am going to write about that in another post. (for my sake I want to write my delivery story).
Anyways. I pray that somehow I can use my story to help someone someday somehow. I hope I can bring encouragement to those who feel like there is no hope for them. THERE IS HOPE!!!! The Lord can free you.
Thanks for reading if anyone did. Sorry that I most likely rambled on and on.