Casey Hilty
artist. writer. speaker.
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Testimony Post

I became a Christian in my senior year of high school.  And then I moved away to college.  I lived my four years in college by what I knew about my faith... which, as a new Christian, wasn't much.  I didn't see the need to have a church or a strong community of believers by my side.  I feared being the "new kid" in the college ministry - hilarious, right? Because all freshmen are the "new kids."  

I read my Bible. I did a daily devotional... a few times a week.  Leading the good Christian life.  See, I didn't understand what complete surrender meant - that Christ desired for us to grow spiritually and to be in community with each other.

I graduated, got married, and a little over a year later, became a mom... something, besides a baby, was birthed inside of me:  how do I run a Christian household?  How do I teach my children to know and love Jesus?  I didn't want them to have to wait until high school or beyond to understand the gospel.

Now in a new city, as a new mom with new friends, I was encouraged to join a Bible study.  And I was so nervous that I would be the only one looking at my table of contents to figure out where the book of Colossians was located, but I took the leap of faith, wadded up my fears, sat with a room full of strangers, and opened up my Bible...and a Beth Moore study...with...homework?!? 

"Therefore, I urge you, sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God--this is your true and proper worship.  Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind..." Romans 12:1-2

And suddenly, for the first time that I can remember, God's Word leaped off the page.  I immediately felt this desire to learn more... not just more, everything!  The Bible became alive... finally.  

Then we broke into small groups and I learned about community! And everyone was sharing about being a mom - puree, 

I have a passion for 

 

Ten years later, and I still feel like I've only scratched the surface, but 

 
 

I became a Christian in my senior year of high school.  And then I moved away to college.  I lived my four years in college by what I knew about my faith... which, as a new Christian, wasn't much.  I didn't see the need to have a church or a strong community of believers by my side.  I feared being the "new kid" in the college ministry - hilarious, right? Because all freshmen are the "new kids."  

I read my Bible. I did a daily devotional... a few times a week.  Leading the good Christian life.  See, I didn't understand what complete surrender meant - that Christ desired for us to grow spiritually and to be in community with each other.

I graduated, got married, and a little over a year later, became a mom... something, besides a baby, was birthed inside of me:  how do I run a Christian household?  How do I teach my children to know and love Jesus?  I didn't want them to have to wait until high school or beyond to understand the gospel.

Now in a new city, as a new mom with new friends, I was encouraged to join a Bible study.  And I was so nervous that I would be the only one looking at my table of contents to figure out where the book of Colossians was located, but I took the leap of faith, wadded up my fears, sat with a room full of strangers, and opened up my Bible...and a Beth Moore study...with...homework?!? 

"Therefore, I urge you, sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God--this is your true and proper worship.  Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind..." Romans 12:1-2

And suddenly, for the first time that I can remember, God's Word leaped off the page.  I immediately felt this desire to learn more... not just more, everything!  The Bible became alive... finally.  

Then we broke into small groups and I learned about community! And everyone was sharing about being a mom - puree, 

I have a passion for 

 

Ten years later, and I still feel like I've only scratched the surface, but 

 

He also taught me, that I can't do this thing called "motherhood" alone.  The community of women that have surrounded me throughout each stage, God had specifically placed to be my village.  I am so grateful for 

I want to share my heart with you.  God presses things so firmly on my heart sometimes that I can almost physically feel it.  Becoming an artist, writer and speaker...those are not things that I would just decide to do without God's prompting.  In fact, I have fought with Him on it along the way.  I do not have formal art training - but it has become a passion and always takes me to my happy place.  My English teachers would probably laugh at the thought of me writing because, even then, I think I used too many ellipses... the good thing is that now it is socially acceptable to write how we talk.  And then there's speaking.  I have always found joy in story telling, performance and public speaking and have been doing that since I was a child.  And I majored in it in college, but I never really thought it could become a career.  Even now, I ask myself, can I do this?  If it weren't for God's affirmations, this website wouldn't exist. 

I started painting when I became a mom.  Leaving a career in education, I needed a nap-time hobby - something that made me, me.  So I picked up a paint brush

My husband, Bo, and I were married in 2006 and we have three children: two blues and one pink.  My husband, who is a mechanical engineer, and I (the artist) have two extremely different approaches to life: he is very practical and analytical and I, well... he calls me a "free spirit."  He is the brain, and I am the heart.  I am impulsive and he overthinks things.  Our two different thought patterns are pretty good at coming to the same conclusions... some times.  We are both pretty stubborn, though, so we typically do a lot of talking and convincing before we realize we are both talking about the same thing in our own, unique ways.  We are both the same person and polar opposites.  

My kids are ages 9, 7 and 5.  My oldest son is my techie.  I listen to him go on and on about the latest and greatest gaming systems and technology.  He [politely] questions, "why" to everything - which I know will serve him well in the future - but for now, my answer is, "Because I said so."  He may be entering the super cool double digits, but he is always the first to stop and give me a kiss on my cheek just because.

My middle son is our law enforcement officer.  He always notifies me of the time, especially when we are running late, if I am going over the speed limit, and when someone isn't following the rules.  He is a perfectionist, ultra competitive, and cannot keep track of his shoes to save his life.  He is also the one who keeps track of the amount of quality time we have every day.  Everyone needs someone just like him in his or her life to make you slow down and enjoy the moment.  

My littlest one, my mini-me, is a free spirit like her mama.  She loves to socialize, laugh, dance, sing, and get her way.  She cries alligator tears when she hears the word, "No" - not in a "I'm mad at you" way, but in a "my heart just shattered into a million pieces, I thought you loved me" way.  She has a bit of a dark side to her, loving characters like Darth Vader, Maleficent and Batman, and will dance around the house, listening to heavy metal - all while wearing a tutu and pearls.  She has such a caring heart and is the reason our home has turned into a farm... she loves and wants "all the animals."

And here I am... the chauffeur.