I'm Farrel, I'm 37 years old, and I live in East Texas. Originally
from this area, I moved to Florida in late 2015 to be closer to my
now-husband, Zack, and spent two years in paradise before bringing him home with me in October of 2017.
My absolute favorite thing to do is to travel to different parts of the world and experience life the way others do. I was bitten by the traveling bug at the wee age of eight when I began visiting my granddad's vacation home in Arizona with my family, and since then, I have been to most of the contiguous States, Alaska, and Hawaii, and outside of the country to Australia, England, Canada, and Mexico. I can't think of a single place I would refuse to go, but both mine and Zack's current number one Bucket List destination is Israel. To walk, talk, and celebrate where our Savior did would be so incredibly surreal. One day! I also enjoy studying God's Word with a cup of hot echinacea tea and the brightest pens I can find in hand, live music, reading, playing piano, and college football (HOOK 'EM!)...But my happiest place is spending time with my love, our 15-year-old Ewok-dog, Biscuit, and the people who mean most to me.
What you would never know by simply seeing me is that I was born with Cystic Fibrosis, a genetic and life-threatening illness that primarily affects the lungs and digestive systems of approximately 70,000 people worldwide... And one that my parents were told would take my life by age 8. To date, the average life expectancy of CF patients is 41 years old. There is no cure.
Zack, also born with Cystic Fibrosis, has been a CrossFit certified trainer since he moved to Florida in 2013. Currently, he is in the process of building a men’s fitness group that focuses not only on physical fitness, but also on sharing time in God’s Word and on uncovering the importance of true Biblical masculinity at home. (He’s pretty stinkin’ rad, y’all.) We met randomly in a Facebook Cystic Fibrosis forum in October of 2014; Met for the first time in July of 2015; And we were married in July of 2016, on our one-year anniversary, on Anna Maria Island in Florida. Together, we advocate for living the abundant life with faith, food, fitness, and LOVE. It is our goal, God-willing, to spend as many years as He gives us defying the odds, and proving that love really is the cure for everything.
As an aspiring author, I am slowly, but surely, meandering my way through writing two books at the moment: The first, my memoir, is a powerful story of love, grace, and redemption from a life almost lost that I hope will encourage everyone whose path it crosses; The second, in its very beginning stages, is a devotional geared toward leading women with chronic illness to find their identity in Christ and not their disease; and the third, also in its very beginning stages, is a current diary-style testament to God’s healing power in His children. My why is simple: To introduce a bruised and broken world to the One whose amazing grace saved a wretch like me. He has gifted me with an incredible passion for writing and communication that I enjoy using to share who He is to me with others, and it’s my hope that my story of forgiveness and healing will uplift those around me, spread love in a darkening world, and most importantly, glorify His holy Name ♥
I grew up in a Christian household, was raised Southern Baptist, and became a member of my parents’ church in small town East Texas before I could even crawl. I was “saved” at a young age and over the years, I found myself Baptized twice…Once as a baby and once at age 22 as a Christmas gift, as requested by my mother. (You know, in case the first time didn’t stick.) However, for a number of reasons, Christianity was not something that I willingly embraced – There were the fellow youth group attendees who were less than welcoming, to put it kindly. There were, what I saw as a young adult, restrictions that seemed like nothing more than buzzkills. And most of all, there was a trepidation deep in the pit of my stomach that a big man sat in the clouds above me holding a clipboard, just waiting to cast me into hell if I didn’t do exactly as he said, how he said, when he said it. It was primarily out of that fear that labeling myself “a Christian” was born.
It wasn’t until I stepped foot onto a bus in Fort Worth in 2014 to embark on my HeartQuest that I realized how wrong I had been. On Friday, April 25, 2014, I gave my life to Christ for Him to straighten it into something worth living and to use for His purpose instead of my own.
I laid down years of heartbreak – Cystic Fibrosis. Lifelong abuse. Losing my father tragically as a teenager. Divorce at age 21. Alcohol dependence. Romantic relationships and friendships mirroring the very worst of what “love” had to offer – And clothed myself instead with His gifts of strength, dignity, humility, redemption and sweet, sweet amazing grace. I trusted Him that day, and I will trust Him until my last, to keep His promise that His grace is sufficient for me and that He will perfect His power in my weaknesses, of which I have so many. And for the first time, I see them as opportunities, not strongholds. I see walking with Christ as a relationship, not religion. And I see that the very things that I had mistaken for freedom were actually chains holding me in a misery so deep that I had been completely desensitized to it.
On that beautiful day that I accepted Him, I also opened the door to allowing Him to use the chaos of where I came from to relate and minister to others. Because of that, I can say with all honesty that I am not ashamed of my past – Even the poor decisions that I made that hurt myself and hurt others – Any more. Through His gift of grace, along with my passion for writing, it is my hope that my story of healing and redemption will uplift those around me, spread love in a darkening world, and encourage everyone whose path it crosses ♥
If you’re in that place now, please don’t give up. Please don’t give in. And please don’t hesitate to reach out. It would be my absolute pleasure to introduce you to the One who makes all things new.