When I first began to consider my story, I had to ask myself what have I really been through. What would I write about as the trauma in my life. At first I couldn’t remember anything. Currently, I walk in blessings, in favor, with honor. I’m blessed in my home-life with an amazing wife and three gorgeous kids, two strong boys and a beautiful baby girl (she’s currently five years old but let’s be real, she’s always going to be my baby). I am an elder and founding member of my church. This is a fantastic honor as I am truly proud of our church. Also I enjoy work in this season of my life too. So when I asked myself about trauma, this did not come flooding to my memory as you would think a trauma would. But after meditating for a short time I remembered that I have actually endured my share of trauma. There are several things that I could write about.
At 24 years old, I was moving full speed ahead. I was married, working full-time, was a leader in a professional networking group, was organizing local events for work, and serving in my church. I had always been driven and was always busy working on different projects. I was determined to make the best of my life and worked tirelessly to do so. On one particular summer weekend, I took a break and drove two hours back home to meet up with some good friends. We hadn’t seen each other since our prom and I was looking forward to catching up and sharing all that had transpired since then.
My name is Serena Ayscue. Over five years ago, our very healthy and active six-year-old became suddenly very ill. He was vomiting all the time. At first, I thought it was reflux like he had as a baby, but it kept getting worse. Test after test could not find the answer. Each test got more serious until they were checking for a brain tumor. That was not the cause either. (Thank goodness). Finally, he was diagnosed with gastroparesis (paralyzed stomach). He was placed on Hospital/Homebound care for school and we were told he would get better. The good news was he did!! After a few months, we thought all was well. He returned to school and everything was headed in the right direction, until it went bad again.
What if... God could raise up a different kind of church than this Indiana boy had ever seen before? I had seen a lot of churches as I traveled and spoke every weekend for the last several years, but I dreamed of a different kind of church than I had ever seen before.