My Road to Real

Falls Creek Baptist Church camp was my summer haven as a child and as a teen.  I look back with such fond memories!  I got my first kiss at that camp. I also got a tush full of cactus pricks at the same time.  (I had sat down on a cactus; the poor guy never knew.)  My friend had to pick them out later as I shared my story of my first kiss. I must be a great storyteller because she went on to marry that guy 5 or 6 years later. Falls Creek was where I first received the call to become a pastor.  I know it was God, because it was the same voice that invited me to become a part of His family 5 years prior at the age of 11.  It was a hot summer evening and I could feel the breeze blowing through the open air pavilion.  I was 16 and feeling pretty invincible!  It was one of the special services where they added an altar call for those feeling called to ministry.  I once again found myself at the altar, as if I had been transported from my s...

Good morning, My name is Deborah Dawn Martin, but my friends call me Dawn.  I'm the wife of an airline pilot, the mom of three grown adults, and the grandmother to three grand littles!  To many outside of my family, I am Pastor Dawn, there are many others who call me Mama Dawn.  But, I have learned in recent years that even though I answer to many titles, none are the essence of who I am.  In fact, I am still learning who I am!  I am almost 55 years old and I am still on my road to the real me! This little blog will unpack my discovery process, and I hope it will inspire you on your journey to the real you!  I am a culmination of my past, my present, and the future that God has stored up in His heart for me! Through a lifetime of ministry I have learned a lot about people, but very little about me. The early lessons I learned as a child in the church was to put on a Sunday face and never let them see the real messy you!   The problem w...