I'm a wife, mother, grandmother, homeschooler, friend, healthy lifestyle wannabe, songbird, creative soul, and the apple of my Heavenly Father's eye.
Just like my Father, I love making beautiful things, especially from things most people discard or feel have little to no value. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. Over the years I've made cards, gifts, paintings, clothes, hats, and home decor to challenge my creative abilities. I guess you could say I'm a "Jill" of all trades. Little did I know that my motives for creating would take a drastic turn. Creating to challenge myself took a back seat for me. My creativity now comes from a place of healing. Let me explain.
On October 3, 2017, I received the call informing me of mother's death to a long battle with cancer. Even though I knew her time in this realm would soon be over, it didn't make it any easier for me to handle. After all, she was not only my mother but my very best friend. Sadly, my story didn't end here. Just four hours after her death, I received another call. It was to inform me that my youngest adult son was murdered by strangers. He was only 25 and left behind his 6 year old daughter.
The news of my mother and son's death rocked me to the core. The sorrow and pain I felt that night are indescribable. I was living out a nightmare! However during my darkest and most difficult moments, I began to lean on my faith and all that I knew and believed about God. I found comfort in knowing He would not leave me to rot away in my mourning and despair. I knew that He would exchange my mourning for a joy I had never experienced before. God was with me through it all and I allowed Him to comfort and bring healing to me (Isaiah 61:1-3).
As I felt God's comfort, I began to look at my situation from a different perspective. I found myself being thankful for what I had instead of what I perceived as lost. I started to see the blessing of having 25 years with my son instead of three weeks. He could have died then, but I feel I was given more time. I'm so thankful he consider me to be wise counsel and called me when he needed me most. And...I got to witness him being an awesome father to his daughter to which I am forever proud. I'm blessed by the month I was able to go care for my mother. Sitting by her bedside by day and sleeping bedside in a recliner by night still tugs at my heart. She and I were very close but there was a level of bonding we had not experienced before and she bonded with everyone who came to her bedside. She was still imparting wisdom even in her final hours. Had I not gone back to Georgia for that month, I would not have had time with my son. Remembering the last time I held him, it was like the goodbye that would never end. I'm also thankful for the last time I heard his voice. It was full of excitement and hope of a new job. Lastly, I'm so overjoyed that I will one day see my mother and son again. So it was never goodbye, just see you later!
The other instrumental part of my healing came through creativity. God knew that I needed to create. Not long after their deaths, I began making keepsake jewelry for myself and a few family members as a way of dealing with our recent losses and to keep our loved ones close. Since then, it has been very comforting to wear my keepsakes daily and feeling a sense of having them close. In Loving Memory of my mother and son, Rene TreVor Jewelry was birthed to help others capture moments dear to them in timeless, one of a kind keepsakes and I would be so honored to create a one of a kind keepsake for whatever journey you encounter.
In Loving Memory of Betty Rene and Alec Trevor ~ October 3, 2017