We are so thrilled to introduce Amy Nagy as our newest coach. She began facilitating support groups for wives in 2017 with Hope Redefined, and in May of 2019 completed her education and training to become a Certified Professional Life Coach. She is currently in the process of obtaining her coaching certifications and completing the APSATS training. More importantly, Amy has walked the road of betrayal and is passionate about walking alongside other women experiencing the same trauma. What better way to introduce her, than to allow her to tell part of her story that led her to coaching in her own words.
My passion for Life Coaching was born out of my own trials and the fire the Lord placed in my heart to use what I had been through for His glory and to benefit others. I have experienced betrayal in my marriage and journeyed towards healing due, in part, to the invaluable support of other women who have navigated this path alongside me. Through this process, I have learned that we cannot be islands, God created us for community and we need each other.
My husband and I have been on the road to recovery since 2016. It was my own experience of being coached through the aftermath of betrayal that impacted me so greatly, and I knew I was being called into coaching to help others. It is my heart and passion to journey with women as they go from paralyzed, hopeless and stuck – to free, filled with hope and energetically moving forward.
In addition, I am a grateful follower of Jesus Christ, a wife of 21 years, a mother to four beautiful children and a teacher.
We are really thankful to have Amy as a part of our coaching team. Its so fun to watch the Lord shape our stories into beauty from ashes. To connect with Amy or schedule a free intro call with her please check out our coaching page for details. or contact us today.
When I set out on this adventure of supporting women facing sexual betrayal and brokenness in their marriage, I did so with fear and trembling. Even though I felt the Lord calling me into these deeper waters and knew He was the one to open this door for me, that did not mean I walked through it fearlessly. In fact, I picked up a big bag of fear and carried it with me.
My journal pages and prayer times were covered in words of self doubt, fear, uncertainty and disqualifications. I told the Lord at least 50 times why this was a big mistake. I reminded Him that I was a hot mess and not qualified to sit with these women in their pain. As I would whisper those pleas under my breath over and over, I would always hear in return, “I just need you to give them a safe place. I will do the rest.” The more often I heard these words, the more confident I grew in knowing this was all He was asking of me.
As I began offering these women a safe place and showed up for them week after week in our groups, they began having hope in their own stories. I think me “showing up” helped them still have hope in mankind. Our conversations would turn to having hope in God and His plan, and eventually, it would shift to having hope in recovery work and the realization that God was in the middle of it all. As time went on, my hope was strengthened, too. I had a front row seat to witness miracle after miracle in women’s lives, and have had the honor to celebrate their small steps forward and rejoice in their big victories. I have listened as they shared a story and then said, “I don’t know Lyschel, I think I just experienced a miracle from God,” and I would reply, “Let’s call it that!”
Hope isn’t something we have to work up, although sometimes, like my coffee cup, I set it down. I believe hope comes from the Lord and is a pass through, similar to the fruits of the spirit. The fruits of the spirit are passed through to us, available through the Spirit that lives in us.
We receive joy and are able to share joy with others. I believe it’s the same for hope. We receive hope from the Lord, therefore we are able to share it freely with others.
Hope is believing in the things not yet seen. Hope is trusting God to do amazing things in another person’s story because you have watched Him do amazing things in yours.
Casting hope means you get to sit in confident assurance that the Lord will show up.
I know I can’t offer a woman any guarantees in her story. I have no idea what the end destination will be for her marriage, her husband or even her own healing. There are so many variables in each of those places. However, I place my confidence in the promises of God. He promises never to leave or forsake us. He promises to guide us when we seek Him wholeheartedly. He promises to use our weaknesses for His gain. When I spend time with the Lord and grow in this knowledge, I begin to settle into these Truths found in His word. I can show up with these promises in hand, and with a greater sense of hope for another person’s story.
So my official job title is Lead Hope Caster with Hope Redefined because I do just that. I cast hope for others because it’s a pass through gift. I pray you will consider yourself a hope caster, too.
For many of you, this may be like watching the pregnancy of a friend. Time always passes faster when it isn’t you, right? I remember watching one of my close friends while she was pregnant and thinking, “wow, that went fast.” I know from my own journey that the one carrying the baby doesn’t think it’s gone fast at all!
On June 17th, 2018, I sat at this very same computer, and hit send as I submitted our 501(c)3 documents. I remember the overwhelming emotions. I took a huge inhale and felt like I was being transported to the ascending hill of a roller-coaster, knowing the coaster was about to plunge over a very steep drop. Screaming, laughter and total terror were about to overtake me, and they did.
These past 12 months have been nothing short of a miracle in so many ways, and I don’t use the word miracle lightly. I have watched the hand of God move in ways I never saw coming. I watched him secure a location for a retreat before it was even imagined. I witnessed women coming into a community and feeling connected with other people for the first time in a very long time. I sat in awe as surprise donations showed up in my mailbox and He graciously provided instruction on how to spend it.
In the middle of these gifts were also pockets of doors closing and chapters ending. Something I still don’t navigate with a ton of grace. But, reflecting back now, those times of uncertainty and insecurity make total sense.
A few months ago, the Lord highlighted Ananias as I reflected on the story of Saul/Paul’s conversion. In the past I have always been curious of Paul’s conversion, but this particular time He brought Ananias to my mind. To refresh your memory, Ananias is the one that God called to go lay hands on Saul as he lay blind on the road to Damascus. Ananias reminds the Lord of the risks involved in carrying out His request (see Acts 9:10-19), yet he still gives the Lord his yes. And then he goes.
I believe the Lord offered this story to remind me that I can not only converse with Him, but remind Him of my insecurities. Eventually, I can give Him my yes and I can go.
As I put together a slide show to celebrate all that the Lord has done through this ministry this year, I just wept. Several of the memories I had forgotten, and along with those, the memory of how He answered the prayers we lifted up to heaven. It was truly a gift to sit and take in the captured moments and also remember the moments surrounding those photos.
For those who have been a part of this ministry in ANY capacity – thank you. Women who have participated in support groups. Women who have attended the retreat. People who have bowed their heads, even for just a moment, and lifted us up. Mentors who have encouraged me to keep going even in the face of fear.
Thank you to those who watch from afar like a momma bear. Thank you to those who show up, roll up their sleeves and get in the middle with us. Thank you to those who share our ministry with hurting friends. Thank you to those who send cards and encouragement to keep going, reminding me, “the work matters.” My words don’t seem to capture the gratitude that I feel within my heart.
So here I am, one year later, still reminding God of my insecurities. But, still giving him my yes.
Please celebrate with us and watch the video below. I also hope you will continue to watch for His goodness all of your days.
I just wanted to feel the comfort of another. I wept when I realized I didn’t have anyone who was safe or available to “hold my heart,” to catch my tears. I cried out and asked for the friend. “Lord, lay that person on my heart. Tell me who can handle this. Show me who can sit in this with me for five minutes and tell me it’s going to be ok.” I felt hopelessness sweep over me as I ran through my list of friends…all of them would be too busy for my mess. Working, taking care of kids, tackling the crazy season of Christmas. “What’s the point,” I thought. “Besides, I don’t want to burden them.”
As I drove to grab a
last minute gift for a friend, I felt the weight of these thoughts. Just as the
weight settled on my shoulders, the devil began his antics of whispering
“you are so alone, you are forgotten by everyone around you, you are too
much for the world, besides you signed up for this work, now you want to cry
about it?” As I began to feel my
soul agree with these lies, I also felt my spirit inviting me into the big T
My friend Marisha
has this teaching where she talks about the importance of us recognizing little
T truths and big T truths. Little T
truths are our reality. In this situation, the little T truth was that I was
needing support from others because i was facing a really difficult reality. I desired safe connection with another, I wanted a
shoulder to cry on for a minute and someone to hold my face and say “it’s
going to be okay.” I wanted someone to hug my heart
with their presence and words. Those
were all true things in the moment. And then…and then the Father of Lies
showed up on the mental scene and did what he is only capable of
If I took Marisha’s
words to heart, the only way for me to stop those lies was to battle them with
big T truths. The truths that come from our Father. The truths that come from
the One who made me, knows me and cares for me.
So I showed up to the shop that ALWAYS soothes my heart and I began the mental steps to remember the big T truths. The truths that I have written out 100 times in my journal, put on my mirror for daily reminders. The truths that are on post-it notes in random places. The truths that have seeped into my soul simply because I kept coming back to them instead of the lies.
I began thinking on
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I
will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle
and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy
and my burden is light.
This was so true, I
felt weary and burdened. His offer was to give me rest. It was also to take His
yoke, easy and light, not the heaviness I was currently feeling. And
to learn from Him. Not be scolded for weariness or reprimanded because I have
taken my eyes off of Him in this moment. But to learn from Him because He is
gentle and humble in heart. If I committed to learn from Him, I’d find exactly what I was looking for— rest for my soul. A
place for my heart to be held. A safe space to lay it out there, surrender the
heaviness of it and put on His light yoke.
I envisioned me taking
off the yoke that you’d find on oxen when they are plowing and instead, putting on a
scarf. I imagined it was really colorful and beautiful. I could also imagine the difference in their
weight, but what about the difference in comfort and my ability to keep going? I
wouldn’t make it far with that huge oxen yoke, but I could move through life
easier with a scarf over me.
So as I browsed, wept a little and did my best to focus my mind on the big T’s, my eyes fell on a sign
hanging in the shop. The sign contained three simple, yet powerful, words that my
heart needed to feel and my eyes needed to see in that moment.
I AM HELD
There it was, the
biggest big T truth that I needed to feel that day. I am held. At first I read it
as a reminder, then I read it a second and third time and began to claim it in
my heart. It was big T truth. I AM HELD. I am. And so are you.
The Lord has an
invitation for us. His invitation is to focus our minds, body (eyes) and
spirit on His truths.
I remember being
told this by others or reading it in a well put together bible study so many
time. Promise…I have been there. But when I was able to let it play out in my
real life…it stuck. And now it’s one of my greatest weapons.
So you know what
happened to the Father of Lies as I stood there agreeing with the truth that I
was, indeed, held? He left me alone. He
felt the defeat and he retreated. He knew that was not a battle he would have
victory in that day. We won! The Father led me out of darkness and we won
Friend, I left that
shop with new tears in my eyes. I left with a bit of a pep in my step and
rested my mind on the truth that He’s got my back and He does know all my
I wanted a tangible
friend in the moment, and He was. He met me in that space and He cupped my face
with his Spirit, He directed my eyes to that sign and offered me far more than
I could have asked for or imagined. He held me and offered me a lighter yoke for me
to continue walking through my day.
My prayer is that
you let Him hold you, too.
Thank you to my friend Jo with Milk Moon House for being the vessel that the Lord has asked her to be. Thank you for following His lead and creating with Him. She is the amazing artist of this photo.
Thank you Bradley’s for always being the space that others can go and exhale. You create a space like no other. It’s cozy! (that’s for you Joy H.)