The Power of Living, Loving and Telling YOUR Story {Instead of Longing for Someone Else’s}

The Power of Living, Loving, & Telling Your Story

In obstetrical terms, I’ve been labeled as both “elderly mother” and a woman of “advanced maternal age.”

It’s why, as the 46-year-old mom of a 3 1/2 year old, I’m forever going to be a decade or two older than most of the other moms of my youngest daughter’s friends.

And I’m okay with it. I love our story!

But I wasn’t always so joyful about it. Because this is not the way I envisioned my life to go.

No daydream involved me having a baby as a 42-year-old, ten years after having my first daughter. None of my imaginings included infertility or miscarriage, heartache, or jealousy.

Before our second miracle baby was conceived, I lived in a seemingly eternal state of dashed hope. Month after month, year after year, I prayed to be growing more babies … growing them into the story I had imagined for our lives.

But the story I pictured played out in my friends’ homes, not mine.

My closest friends had not just one child (like me), but two, three, four, five, and six children! Instead of enjoying what God had given me, I spent a lot of time asking Him to quell my jealousy; and I spent a lot of time asking Him to give me what they had.

I was so embarrassingly ungrateful; I wanted their stories, not mine.

Then one day, I grew tired of organizing and reorganizing the baby, toddler, and little girl items that had gathered dust in the garage. So, after seven years, two fertility specialists, a miscarriage, and resigning myself to having a daughter growing up as an only child, I began the cathartic process of giving it all away.

Memories flashed as I touched each item: those little socks with rattles on the toes; the cozy little plaid pajamas; that denim hat — all reminders of the lovely daughter God had given me.

Slowly, I began seeing our tiny family of three through a lens of gratitude rather than one of self-pity. I chose to look at all God had given me, and it was much indeed!

We started making all kinds of crazy travel plans, because traveling with a family of three is soooo much easier than exploring with a brood, right? Plus, our daughter was getting to an age where we could do fun stuff together such as hiking and snorkeling.

The Power of Living, Loving, & Telling Your StoryContentment settled in, and it was very, very good.

That, of course, is when I became pregnant.

My 42-year-old self was like, “Saaaaay whaaaaat?!”

But our hearts warmed quickly to welcoming new life, even though it meant starting all over with diapers and board books, car seats and binkies.

God revised our family story from my original draft, but His version honed us and matured us far greater than anything I could have concocted — ever.

And I’ve learned that there is great power in telling my story — not just the glorious ending, but also the ugly, self-pitying, jealous and whiney middle parts — because as I tell it, I can’t help but to brag on God.

It’s like when Moses squeezes in a visit with his father-in-law Jethro, and tells him “everything the Lord had done to Pharaoh and the Egyptians for Israel’s sake AND about all the hardships they had met along the way AND how the Lord had saved them” (Exodus 18:8). After hearing Moses’ story, Jethro rejoiced saying, “Now I know that the Lord is greater than all other gods…” (18:11).

This intimate little chat between Moses and Jethro is my new favorite part of the Moses chronicle.

Because early on Moses had asked God FIVE times (Exodus 3:11, 13; 4:1, 10, 13) for a different story; He clearly did NOT want what the Lord had in store for him.

And yet, here he sat, years later telling his father-in-law about God’s miraculous work in his life and in the life of his ginormous family. Power flowed through the narrative, and Jethro understood — perhaps for the first time ever — how great is our God.

How about you? Are you walking through a hard stretch right now? Are you longing to take back your narrative? Are you hoping for a different story?

Be encouraged: there is power in living, loving and telling your story — even if you weren’t initially all that keen about it. Because our God is great indeed! Stick with Him, and you’ll eventually find every line of your record redeemed.

And if you have the privilege of telling it to others, you’ll undoubtedly witness God using your story to bring attention to His name and to bring the lost into His house.

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Gifted with one beautiful daughter for her tenth wedding anniversary and another for her twentieth, high school English teacher turned homeschooling mom Rhonda Owens is passionate about the Word. She loves nothing more than to study it, talk about it, write about it, apply it, live it and teach it ... all preferably accompanied by deep community and good chocolate. Exploring with husband Mitchell and her two girls is a favorite pastime, and you might find them snorkeling, hiking, or kayaking in a remote corner of God’s world — or simply walking in the woods behind their home in little Bryan, Ohio. Co-author of the book Undivided: A Family Devotional: Living FOR And Not Just WITH One Another , her writing can also be discovered at MitchellAndRhonda.com. Additionally, you can find Rhonda on Facebook, Instagram (rhonda_owens) or at ForTheFamily.org where she contributes regularly.


  • DrCarol

    Your story of infertility and then your surprise blessing is a blessing to me. I’ve helped many many women through their infertility journey. Your perspective is so positive and refreshing. You explored and found the gratitude even while never giving up the dream. Blessings to you.

    • Rhonda

      Thanks for your sweet comments! Trust me when I tell you that the whole process has been a journey of ups and downs, of valleys and peaks — and every one of them has become part of the story. Thanks for taking the time to connect. Blessings to you as well!

  • Briana

    I love this, Rhonda, and am living a similar experience of God scrapping my script to write His own. I can’t say I see the wisdom and glory of it yet, but I trust Him with it. I know that what I don’t see here on earth will one day be revealed to me in full when I’m face to face with Jesus. And I actually wonder if once I am standing before Him, will I even care?

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The Power of Living, Loving and Telling YOUR Story {Instead of Longing for Someone Else’s}

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