Love is at the core of what we do.
Love is what powers our purpose, which is to serve others in such a way that they are reminded of their own value.
Because I know how hard it is to struggle with life. I know how hard it is—when the odds are stacked against you—to become the kind of person that you know you are, and not become barren and bitter because of adversity.
As a single mom and sole parent, there were times when I had to make some desperate choices. Do I call in sick to work, or order takeout? I couldn’t do both. My car was on empty. To get to work, I’d have to fill up my gas tank. If I filled up my gas tank, I wouldn’t have enough money to buy food to feed my kids.
My choice—work, or feed my kids?
You likely already know the answer.
I didn’t want to live paycheck to paycheck. I hated that at the end of every month I had less than $20 in my bank account. I resented that I wasn’t getting consistent child support. I was angry that my job was so demanding that I wasn’t a particularly playful or fun-loving parent, nor could I be as attentive to my kids as I wanted to be. Every day was a battle between guilt and duty. I hated that Christmases and birthdays were skimpy. It made my heart hurt to see my kids feel slighted and judged because they didn’t have the latest and greatest gadget. It was hard to explain to them in ways they could understand, that it wasn’t that I didn’t want to give them the things that would make them feel equal to their peers. It was that I couldn’t. We had to have some raw and hard conversations that exposed the grim reality of our circumstances.
I wanted to be a focused and an “in-the-moment” mom, but my attention was always divided between what I needed to get done and what might happen if I didn’t. Work was my priority at times, because work was what paid my bills, kept my children fed, and enabled them to have the best life I could provide at that time. My kids suffered. We struggled. But we also overcame. And that’s the point behind Glory B’s.
I made a promise to myself and God, that if I ever got out from under my circumstances, I would find a way to give back and help others who were in a similar struggle.
During some of my darkest moments, I didn’t have a lot of support. I can’t explain to you why. I really don’t understand it or know myself. I have a very loving family, but at that time in my life, they were not available. I am sure they have their reasons. We have never really talked about it. Regardless, I was alone in my struggle, and it was entirely on me to figure it out. I didn’t have a strong faith or religious foundation. I felt it was all on me to fix our situation. The weight of it all was almost unbearable. The only way I can describe it to you is to ask you to imagine that you’re dragging a heavy tarp that’s filled with rocks. The weight bends your body forward to such an extent that you can’t look up. You are almost parallel with the ground. Each step is a fight to stay upright. You wobble, you stumble, and sometimes you fall. Now imagine you’re doing it all in the pouring rain. Each blinding drop obscures your path even more, and feels like it’s puncturing your skin like a needle.
Endure that, day in and day out for years.
You’ll want to give up.
You’ll beg for it be over.
You’ll imagine how to make it all end.
But somehow, miraculously (and I truly believe it was a miracle), I was slowly able to dig us out. It took over seven years. But it did happen. And in looking back, I do not believe for one minute it was only because of me and my self-effort.
At that time, I had little faith. But, God was most definitely involved in our ability to beat the odds. He knew me. He knew my circumstances. He knew my past. He understood why I didn’t believe.
I couldn’t believe God would help if I didn’t believe I was worth his help.
I needed to believe in my own value first. I had to understand and buy-in to my own worth. Because I didn’t think I was worthy of support, or love, or compassion (and because life was validating that belief) why would I think God would help me? Everyone else had abandoned me, so why wouldn’t He? That was my mindset, and because of it, I never really turned to God for that support. I began looking for other ways to build myself up. I read a wide variety of self-help books. I went online and found resources that offered free seminars and free workshops around self-esteem, self-care, and self-development. I bought workbooks, and handbooks, and resource guides. I started doing some real work on myself. I started to take responsibility for my life. And I began to realize that I was accountable for my choices. As I started to understand the role I played in my own circumstances, I began to realize that God isn’t going to just sweep in and solve our problems.
As I have grown in my own journey, I see the value in building people up until they can believe in Someone bigger than themselves.
And that is the real goal of Glory B’s—to be a source of encouragement for those who most need it.
So it’s okay if you never buy a thing from us. It’s not about the money. It’s about the impact. It’s about making a difference. It’s about making sure you understand you matter. It’s about making sure others know that they matter. We want to be more than just a business that makes products to make money. We want to be a business that encourages love, hope, compassion, service, and unity.
And if that’s all we ever do, well, we can live with that.
Glory B's unifies all of what I love most—the earth and its natural elements like stone and wood; the creative arts, whether through the written word, or photography, or paint; and helping others to make the world a better place.