Hi there, dear reader! I’m Sharita. You might know me from my signature at the end of most of these blogposts as “SGK.” (The G stands for Gwen, by the way. Fun fact.)
Here’s my story: I am a Jesus-loving enthusiastically creative minister, Blackaby certified spiritual leadership coach, speaker and writer. God has blessed me beyond measure with incredible people, challenges and experiences in life. I am married to the love of my life, best friend and ministry partner, Brandon (commonly referred to in my blogs as “Barn” or “Beloved.” If you want to know more about this fantastic hunky Army Infantry God-lovin’ hubby of mine, check out his bio here.)
Barn and I are parents to a little girl, Charis. We have a goofy little 12-pound dog named Justus that seems to be a combo of a dog-cat-squirrel-fruitbat-chinchilla. (Don’t believe me? Check out the various pics of him posted throughout the blog.)
Yep. I’m blessed.
My walk with Christ has been quite the journey. I won’t give you my full testimony as I’ve wrote about it in other blog posts here and here. But in short: I accepted Christ when I was 12-years-old at VBS. Didn’t do anything with it for like a decade. Went to college at Kansas State University (Go Cats!) Received my bachelors of science degree in Animal Science and Industry with Communications option and leadership minor. It was all about ME.
Then, enter stage left: My future husband as a catalyst of faith. (Wait! That wasn’t part of my plans…) Then I experienced a season of God-driven pruning via family tragedies, deployment, dream job that was an epic fail, etc. My relationship with God blossomed.
Barn returned home. We got married. Moved to Fort Benning, GA. I received my Masters in Christian Leadership. Answered the call to ministry. And continued to fall deeper in love with God.
Since that point, our ministry has grown and expanded. (Read more about that here.) We had the aforementioned adorably sweet baby girl and moved to Joint Base Lewis McChord in Washington State. I am now a Blackaby Ministries International Certified Spiritual Leadership Coach and help folks get unstuck see God’s hand in their life. Which is like the coolest thing ever.
Have I mentioned how blessed I am?
Finally, a few quirky things about me (you didn’t think I would leave THAT part out, did you?)
- I am nerd when it comes to inky pens and journals. I might be a little obsessed.
- My favorite work out jam is a loud round of army cadence.
- I am a certified auctioneer.
- My senior prom outfit (like a hundred years ago) was made completely from duct tape.
- I pretend to run, but am more of a back-packing ruck-marching kind of gal. (God has built me more like a Clydesdale than a Thoroughbred.)
Oh. And I love Jesus more than anything in this world.
Yep. I’m blessed.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.”
~Jeremiah 17:7 NIV
I searched for the term “Borrowed Faith” as I sit and watch my daddy sleeping in a hospital recliner. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in this world. If you look past him, to see me, I feel the weight of the world so I can imagine that my tear stained face is reflecting the anguish of where he goes from here.. The guilt of wishing that he could just pass quickly into the arms of our Savior is heavy on my heart. The WHY God moments that seem to just keep coming are consuming my thoughts…
I am seeking God, so that my mind pushes the worry away… The enemy tells me that I am weak, unworthy and that I am making poor choices for my father..
I need to borrow faith from every source. I must remind my Savior of His promises and continue to remind the enemy of his eternal anguished suffering outcome and how no matter what my father suffers on this earth, he will be compensated in heaven.
I can begin by thanking God for His goodness in giving me a fabulous earthly father who brought me to Jesus and taught me of His love for me.
Faithful is my heart.. conflicted is my mind.. praising Him that He lives in my heart, and free will is in my head.
I pray for the will of God to be the driving force in my decisions and that Satan has to bow down to the Blood that was shed for me.
Thank you for your part of my borrowed faith..