Before Redeeming the Roberts was a blog name or even an idea, it was a prayer.
A prayer for a marriage.
A prayer for our family.
A prayer that God could take the pieces of our broken childhoods and families, and make something beautiful.
Brandon has been a part of my story since I was a girl. He popped in and out of my life as he bounced around from house to house or from relative to relative. His dad could often be found under my mom’s blue Honda civic hatchback with a tube of J.B. weld in his hands and a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. He fixed my single mom’s car often, so we could make it to visit one or both of my sisters.
I prayed for him when I was 12, it’s documented in a Lisa Frank notebook in multicolored marker. I asked God if I could marry him one day, or a professional baseball player, preferably one that played for the California Angels. Brandon was my first choice though.
We spent summers camping on the beach , me with my mom and cousins and him with his aunt and cousins. So many memories were made. But then he would disappear for months or even years…until he showed up on my graduation night… and as they say the rest is history.
At 18 and 19 years old we had nothing to go off of. We were never taught what marriage looked like let alone a godly one. The men and women we grew up around didn’t stay together long. They gave up easily. They quit. They quit each other, the kids in the middle and their families as a whole. Single moms were all either of us ever knew and we were determined to change the script for our kids.
We knew once we said yes, that was it. There wasn’t going to be a tap out button.
Before we knew Jesus, like REALLY knew Him, He was already leading us. Setting us apart. Breaking generational curses.
He chose us before we even knew there was a choice.
The only way we could respond was choosing back. Saying yes, and amen.
Over and Over.
On Mondays in 2002 and Fridays in 2026…
We are still handing over our brokenness and our mistakes. As new layers of shame are freshly uncovered and in return He continues to cover us with His grace and forgiveness.
Some mornings, still in the thick of motherhood and nursing, I open my weary eyes and sit up to nurse, knowing full well what the day holds, while simultaneously not knowing a thing, but ever so grateful that He chose our family to live through. That He lets Brandon and I raise these kids and live this life.
We have stumbled through the last 25 years but somehow Jesus makes it look like a beautiful dance… Where He is the lead and we are blessed to hold his hand.
We are still repenting. Still apologizing and still discovering places where fear or pride have crept in and old wounds and habits have followed us into marriage and parenting.
We haven’t arrived.
We haven’t done everything right.
But because for twenty-five years we’ve watched God take ordinary people, broken histories, countless mistakes, and more grace than we could ever deserve, and slowly write a different story.
A story of Redemption.
A story of the Roberts being redeemed..
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