God answered my prayers

Sometimes I wonder if God heard my prayers before I actually accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.

Today I was on Facebook and on the right column it showed names of people who “I might know.” I noticed that one of the names was my ex-boyfriend from high school. I clicked on his profile and saw that he was married about three years ago—this means that he was either a widower or had a divorce because he was married before then.

I thought about what my mother had said when I was dating him, “He’d make a good husband.” I love my mother, but I knew she was wrong about this person; and because of her statement, I knew that she was not a good judge of character.

I remember the first time my mother met my husband (he was not my husband yet). He flew to California from Florida to ask my hand in marriage (he said he wanted to see the Queen Mary so we went there and that’s where he asked me to marry him and I said, “Yes”).

When I came home, I told my mother that he had asked me to marry him. Instead of being happy about it, she was a little upset. She didn’t like my future husband for some reason. The first thing she said was, “He didn’t ask me for permission” (I don’t think that was the “real reason” why she didn’t like him because she didn’t seem to like him even before then). Even though my mother didn’t like my husband, I still married him.

I know that if I had married anyone else, then I think my marriage would have ended with divorce. For some reason, I knew my husband was the right guy even though no one in my family seemed to think so.

Years before, I had prayed for a guy who would love me for who I was (not what he wanted me to be). I prayed for someone who would be a good husband, a good father, and a good provider. I prayed for someone who would be faithful. I prayed for someone who would be supportive of me. I prayed for a guy who would WANT to be with me for the rest of his life.

Even though I was not a believer of Christ at the time, I think that God still heard my prayers because He gave me my husband. On the 24th of this month (November), we will be married 29 years. I thank God for him every day.


Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

Nearly 20 years ago…

I remember a time nearly 20 years ago when I became pregnant unexpectedly. I had lost a lot of weight prior and was happy with my life— I had my husband and three children and all was well. I was not thrilled when I found out I was pregnant; in fact, all I could think of was the weight I would gain and the horrible time I would have trying to lose the weight again. Terrible to say, I had wished I wasn’t pregnant.

Then one day I started to experience complications with the pregnancy. I started to bleed. The doctor was able to see the baby’s heartbeat so he prescribed strict bed rest, but that was nearly impossible with three children in the house. I eventually lost the baby.

I felt so guilty about my initial reaction when I found out that I was pregnant; I asked God to give me another baby. I promised Him that I would take care of the baby and love the baby with all my heart, and it wouldn’t matter how much weight I gained. I even promised God that I would dedicate that baby to Him. My earnest prayer to God reminded me of the prayer Hannah lifted up to God in 1 Samuel 1:9-11.

A month later I found out I was pregnant. Soon afterwards, I found out I was having a baby boy. I was so thrilled. I made sure I ate lots of fruits, vegetables, and drank plenty of milk. My son was a healthy baby, 21 inches long and weighing 7 pounds and 15 ounces. I had gained only 25 pounds!

Today is that baby’s birthday.  He is no longer a baby but a 19-year-old young man.


I don’t know if I have done such a good job of instructing Him in the Lord or dedicating him to God, but he serves Him and I know he believes in Him.

My prayer is that my baby boy will feel the strong presence of God in his life. I know God has a plan for him, although none of us knows what that is at the moment. I hope that God guides his steps and gives him the courage to stand for what is right and true, and that he will never be afraid to call himself a Christian— a believer and follower of Christ.

Thank you, God, for giving me this baby boy.

Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

An open letter to my Dad

Hi Dad!

I’ve been wanting to write this letter and thought that today would be a good day to write it. I know that once you divorced mom that things were so different—our family was no longer a unit, especially after she remarried. Even though we had a terrible time growing up in that environment, I don’t blame you for it and I don’t want you to feel like any of it was your fault because it wasn’t. I don’t know why things we experienced as children happened, but they happen because we live in a fallen world that’s full of sinners. I have given it all to God and He has healed me, and I think it has made me a stronger person.

Going to the PI when I was 15 was the best thing that could have happened to me. If I had never went and had you as an influence during my teenaged years then I think I would have been a totally different person—I wouldn’t be the kind who would try new things or see events from a positive perspective.

My house growing up was dark—it reminds me of when the Bible talks about being void of God. I wish I could have lived with you but mom would not have allowed it—at least I had a little bit of sunshine when I visited your home. I was able to express myself and feel safe.

I still remember when you played tennis with me and how you attended some of my soccer games and other events. It meant a lot to me.  It was during that time that I tried out for every sport and every club and activity at school—I never had the freedom to do any of that before, and whether or not I made it on a team didn’t matter it was just the experience of doing something new that I loved.  That desire to do new and exciting things has carried on into my adulthood. I owe all that to you.

Anyway, I am glad that God saved you because I look forward to spending eternity with you in Heaven. I am glad that God has blessed you with a loving and godly wife—you deserve happiness. I love you, Dad! Thank you for being in my life.


Is there someone in your life that you want to thank? Bless them by sending a quick note of appreciation today.


Tonight I enjoyed time with my family as we celebrated the birthday of our daughter-in-law and future daughter-in-law—both were born on the same day (different years).


Sometimes I feel guilty when I have fun, but I shouldn’t feel that way—“So I decided there is nothing better than to enjoy food and drink… Then I realized that these pleasures are from the hand of God. For who can eat or enjoy anything apart from Him?”(Ecclesiastes 2:24-25, NLT).

I am thankful for the time I have with my husband or with my family— I enjoy every moment of it. I take pictures of every occasion because I want to remember the joy and happiness I felt. God has truly blessed me. Thank you, God!


This morning I woke up just like any other morning—a little groggy, very tired, and wanting to go back to sleep. For some reason I thought about the people that go to sleep and never wake up. Then I thought about my grandfather. I was 13-years-old when I found out that he had died in his sleep.

I don’t think we realize how incredible it is to wake up in the morning.


We assume that our eyes will open after we go to sleep. It made me think about James 4:13-14— “13 Look here, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.’ 14 How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone” (NLT).

We need to stop taking things for granted. Have you thanked God for today?

Copyright © 2013 M. Teresa Trascritti

God is so good

Sometimes I realize that I don’t appreciate everything that has happened in my life. I have an awesome husband who truly loves me, great kids, beautiful grandchildren, a decent house, a reliable car, food to eat, a good job, a doctorate degree, the ability to enjoy life, opportunities to see different places, etc. God has given me so much.  There was a time when I wondered why I was even alive– I had wished for someone to find me and send me to a foster home. I guess I can contrast it to life before God found me, and life after He found me. I cling to the words, “All things are possible with God,” because it is true. Everything I have is a gift from God. I can only say, “Thank you, God!”