I wanted to start my first blog off by talking about my background and how I became a firefighter wife.
My name is Abigail Rogers but most call me Abi. I grew up in a small town without a stop light for miles and the closest grocery store was a 45 minute drive. I grew up in a Christian home with a father who preached and poured concrete for his living. My mother stayed at home for a good part of my childhood but did the occasional job here and there. It wasn’t until I was in about the 3rd grade she became a manicurist and then eventually ended up where she is now and that is delivering mail. Both of my parents instilled at a young age to put Christ first, treat others as you would want to be treated and to work hard. I grew up with five other siblings so at a young age I also learned a big thing that would help me out with the very real struggles of being a firefighter’s wife, independence.
As a child I always knew what I wanted as far as life goes. I wanted to be a wife and to have children. One of my favorite shows growing up was a show called Home Improvement. That’s how I pictured my life. Of course with the exception of wanting God to be the driving force, the center of it all. After all He is the one who has been the one constant thing that has never wavered in my life. His grace is what has brought me to where I am today.
As a teenager I dated a couple of guys but always had the dysfunctional relationships that obviously never worked out. I ended up realizing the issue. I was dating who I wanted to date and not who God had chosen for me. I learned a valuable lesson. When God showed me this revelation I decided I wouldn’t date until He placed the right man in my path. The man I was to marry. I was 17 at this point and was going to be 18 shortly. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast because I was going to focus on my other plans for my life. Again “my plans.” Around the time I was turning 18 God rekindled my friendship with a childhood friend, Josh. That’s an understatement. I always had a major crush on him and anytime saw him I had intense butterflies. Even if I was in another relationship my heart would pitter patter when I saw him. We had tried to actually date in the past but for one reason or another it didn’t work. After only a little bit of dating God spoke to me and said “This is the man I want you to marry.” And about a month before my 21st birthday we did just that. One of the scriptures we often went to was 1 John 4:18
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out all fear…”
It became our wedding scripture and it fit our relationship then and it fits us even more now. Don’t get me wrong our relationship wasn’t and isn’t always perfect. But we fearlessly love each other anyways. As the years go by we understand more and more the importance of having a God centered life and marriage.
When we first started dating my husband was a tile setter not a firefighter. When he expressed that he wanted to be a firefighter it was the one and single time our relationship almost ended. I wasn’t sure if I was fit for the life of being with a firefighter and at the same time couldn’t tell him not to pursue his dreams. But we chose to stay together knowing our lives wouldn’t ever be lived in full without each other. After all God knew what He was doing better then we did. God knew what we could handle. This past January we celebrated our 7 year wedding anniversary and at the beginning of this month (April 6th) we have been together for 10 years. We live on a ranch and have two beautiful daughters and 2 fur babies. This blog is our journey, our life, the good, and the bad. Welcome to my confessions of being a firefighter wife.