My name is Lori Alma and I am the Lifted Lady. What makes me lifted, you might ask? Well… life. And God. And love. And people. (And medication – let’s be honest).

You see, I’ve had more than my share of struggles in my 50 years. Big struggles. Massive struggles, really. I was a child of divorce, a victim of childhood sexual abuse. I was raped as a teenager. I’ve given a child up for adoption as a teenager. I’ve been a teenage mom. I’ve had an alcoholic husband. I’ve been divorced twice. I’ve been a single mother to six children. I’ve had a life long struggle with my weight. I’ve suffered gut-wrenching betrayal at the hands of people who were supposed to love me the most. I’ve had children who were also victims of sexual abuse. I’ve had children who were  addicted to drugs. I’ve almost died from a serious health condition. I continue to suffer from pain, chronic fatigue, and a myriad of disabling health conditions.  I’ve suffered from debilitating depression and anxiety.  I’ve lived a life filled with grief and heartache and loss and pain. Some days I just didn’t know how I would manage to take another breath. Yet, here I am.

You’re probably wondering how everything I just told you adds up to me being lifted. Some might even say that I’m cursed. Who knows, maybe I am. I’ve often compared myself to Job. And if there’s one thing I know about Job, it’s that no matter how many times he got knocked down or how hard he was kicked, he never blamed God and he continued to trust that someday God was going to lift him up. And God did just that.  Just like Job I’ve suffered greatly. I’ve been knocked down more times than I can count. But, I’m not still down there. I have been lifted!  Like a soldier returning from battle, I’m battered and bruised , weathered and worn…but I am victorious!.I may have some scars and damaged parts but you can bet I’ll be ready to fight when life comes along and kicks me in the teeth again. Because it always does, doesn’t it?

People have often told me I should write a book about my life. I’ve  thought about it. I’ve even started to write it once or twice. But its such an overwhelming task. Besides, as the year goes by I keep adding chapters! I just couldn’t figure out how to wrap it up into a neat little beginning, middle and end. So I figured a blog might be a better way to share my tales, and some things I’ve learned along the way. Maybe I can encourage some other women who have suffered some of the things I have suffered. Maybe I can help you be lifted too.

This blog won’t be formal and I promise you there will be grammatical errors. I’m not trying to write a book here (ahem). I’m  just trying to take a piece of me and share it with all of you, so I’m going to be honest and real. And while I’m being honest and real, I’ll tell you that as much as I do want to be a blessing, I’m not just doing this for you. It’s also for me.Writing this blog is going to help me heal.