It was a gorgeous summer day in the North Carolina mountain town I call home, perfect for wandering around the All Souls Church craft fair with my dog Leila.<\/p>\n
My 100-pound Anatolian shepherd was my companion on my walks, and she didn\u2019t seem to mind that I was meandering from booth to booth, looking at handmade jewelry here, braided rugs there.<\/p>\n
Not that what I was truly seeking could be found at a craft fair.<\/p>\n
What I yearned for was a happy family, the kind of family I never had growing up, with a deeply-in-love couple and their children. For a while I thought I\u2019d found my dream-come-true with my husband Paul and the three beautiful children we had together.<\/p>\n
FOR MORE INSPIRING STORIES, SUBSCRIBE TO GUIDEPOSTS!<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n Then our marriage fell apart, and I fell apart too.<\/p>\n I was devastated by our divorce. I couldn\u2019t eat. I couldn\u2019t sleep. I couldn\u2019t even pray.<\/p>\n I was so des\u00adperate to recapture my romantic ideal of a family that I rushed into a second marriage to a childhood friend without taking the time to really get to know the man he had become. That marriage didn\u2019t work out either.<\/p>\n Here I was at 48, alone again, not any closer to my dream of a family than I had been when my parents divorced. I was six years old then, and back in the day people didn\u2019t think to get kids coun\u00adseling to help them deal with those kinds of family issues. You were just supposed to deal with it.<\/p>\n I remember my mom and dad signed some papers and then my dad packed up and left. I never cried over my parents\u2019 divorce. I was trying to be brave and strong.<\/p>\n That was in part because even at such a young age, I knew my mom was fragile. She adored me and I adored her, but she was an alcoholic and wasn\u2019t really able to take care of me or my sister, Beverly, who was 18 months older.<\/p>\n My dad remarried when I was in fourth grade, and Beverly and I went to live with him and his new wife. I thought everything was going fine until one day a year and a half later when my dad picked us up from school. Our suitcases were in the back.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m taking you back to your mother,\u201d he said. \u201cThis isn\u2019t working out.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t give us any further explanations and I didn\u2019t dare ask for one.<\/p>\n Now as a parent myself, I see that he must have had his reasons, reasons that had a lot more to do with him than with us\u2014he\u2019d just had a baby with my stepmom and maybe he couldn\u2019t handle raising us girls along with an infant. I understand that no family is perfect and I love my father.<\/p>\n READ MORE: ANDIE MACDOWELL ON SMALL-TOWN ROOTS<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n But as a child, I felt utterly rejected. I was emotionally shattered. All I could think was, What had I done wrong? Why wasn\u2019t I good enough to stay with my dad and his new family? Why wasn\u2019t I good enough to be loved?<\/em><\/p>\n Someday I\u2019m going to have a real family,<\/em> I promised myself. And I\u2019ll love them and they\u2019ll love me\u2026no matter what.<\/em> The way my mom loved me, except without the drinking to get in the way.<\/p>\n We grew even closer after I went to live with her again, but her alcoholism meant that the mother-daughter roles were often reversed. I took care of her. I watched her struggle to hold on to jobs.<\/p>\n If she was having a bad day, I\u2019d stand there and rub her shoulders and try to make her feel better, thinking that the better I made her feel the less she would drink.<\/p>\n As soon as I was old enough to work, I got a part-time job at McDonald\u2019s. I was able to help out with the expenses, but more than anything, it gave me a sense of structure that was lacking in my home.<\/span><\/p>\n Was it any wonder that when Paul and I married and started our family, I tried my best to give our children the stable, loving home life I never had?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n My career as a model and actress took me to New York and Los Angeles, but Paul and I raised our son and two daughters in small towns, first in Montana, then here in North Carolina, where my sister lives with her kids, who are the same age as mine, and not everybody is involved in (or even talks about) the entertainment business.<\/p>\n I wanted our children to have a mom and dad who showed up at parent\/teacher conferences, who went to their church pageants and school plays and ballgames. Most of all, I wanted them to have a mom and dad who really loved each other.<\/p>\n We had that idyllic family life for over 10 years. It was everything I had ever yearned for, all those things I missed in my own childhood.<\/p>\n Then fault lines appeared in our marriage, cracks that deepened into a complete breakup. Divorce is such a hard thing to describe, to fully understand how two people who were once so much in love could fall so far apart.<\/p>\n The divorce tore me up. I\u2019d failed at love. I\u2019d failed to keep my family together. Had I failed my children too, the way my parents had failed me?<\/p>\n Even though Paul stayed an active part of the kids\u2019 lives, my oldest, my son, was really hurt. He was going into sixth grade, and I knew it wasn\u2019t good for him to have his family in such upheaval at a time when so much else was changing.<\/p>\n There was one saving grace: Julie Selby. She was the youth minister at our church, and someone suggested to me that perhaps Julie could help out when I had to go out of town to work on a movie.<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t want to take the kids out of school and bring them with me; that would disrupt their lives even more. They already knew Julie and liked her a lot. I talked to her, and she agreed to move in with us for what was going to be a month.<\/p>\n When I came back from the movie, I noticed how much more settled my kids seemed, especially my son, so I asked Julie if she would stay on.<\/p>\n She ended up living with us for 11 years. Julie had such a positive influence on the kids. She helped them to see how big God\u2019s world is. She took them on youth mission trips, and my son even went to Nicaragua with her to dig sewage lines for an orphanage.<\/p>\n Julie had a wonderful influence on me too. We had these long conversations. She was unmarried and, for the first time in my life, I saw up close how fulfilling a single woman\u2019s life could be. Julie\u2019s faith that she was living the life God planned for her gave her an extraordinary peace.<\/p>\n I\u2019d found that contentment in my work, that sense that I was fulfilling my potential, doing what God meant for me. But my personal life? That was a whole other story.<\/p>\n As richly as I\u2019d been blessed\u2014with my children, my sister, my friends, my dogs, my horses\u2014I still didn\u2019t feel complete without a man. Without true love.<\/p>\n And like that country song goes, I went looking for it in all the wrong places. It took that whirlwind second marriage and divorce to shock me to my senses. Or, at least, to make me see that I couldn\u2019t be happy with someone else until I learned to be happy with myself.<\/p>\n I found a good therapist to help me work through the scars from my childhood that I still carried with me, wounds that had been reopened when my first marriage failed. I did Bible studies on love and relationships and boundaries.<\/p>\n I went to different churches, looking for a place to feel at peace, but even at church I didn\u2019t fit in. I couldn\u2019t go to the couples\u2019 classes and groups with my friends, and I wasn\u2019t into the singles scene. Where was my place in God\u2019s world?<\/em> I wondered.<\/p>\n Maybe that\u2019s why even though I\u2019d done so much soul-searching, there I was that summer day wandering around the church craft fair with my dog Leila, still seeking.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I guess part of me was still that little girl who had to be strong and not cry over her parents\u2019 divorce, who could never understand her father\u2019s rejection, the little girl who only wanted for love to never go away.<\/p>\n I looked at some wood carvings and walked up to someone selling fresh-baked pies (there are always heavenly sweets at these church fairs). I was strolling past a booth of paintings when I stopped, my eyes caught by, of all things, a hummingbird.<\/p>\n A hummingbird against a dark canvas, its wings a blur, its glorious plumage catching the light. I had never seen a hummingbird at night. I\u2019m not even sure if they fly after dark.<\/p>\n Maybe that\u2019s what captivated me about that painting, the idea that things weren\u2019t the way they were supposed to be, yet the unexpectedness of it all was what made it beautiful.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is wonderful!\u201d I said to the woman minding the booth. \u201cAre you the artist?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy husband is,\u201d she said, gesturing to a man in a wheelchair who was talking to some other people.<\/p>\n \u201cHow does he paint?\u201d I asked. He didn\u2019t seem to be able to move his arms and legs.<\/p>\n \u201cHe holds the brush in his teeth,\u201d she explained. \u201cHe was in a skiing accident more than thirty years ago. He\u2019s paralyzed from the shoulders down, but that hasn\u2019t stopped him.\u201d<\/p>\n Suddenly I was even more interested in their story than in the painting. \u201cHow long have you been married?\u201d I asked the woman.<\/p>\n \u201cWe were together before the ac\u00adcident,\u201d she told me. She glanced over at her husband then. He gazed back at her, and the way they looked at each other made tears come to my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you know true love,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t know that I\u2019ll ever experience it.\u201d<\/p>\n She tilted her head slightly and studied me. I got this sense that she recognized me\u2014not from my movies or L\u2019Or\u00e9al commercials\u2014but that she could see into my soul.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, but you have,\u201d she said before she went to help another customer.<\/p>\n I walked away from the booth slowly. My legs bumped lightly against my dog\u2019s sturdy shoulders, and I thought, She means what I have with my kids and my animals<\/em>. They love me no matter what. It\u2019s unconditional. It will never go away.<\/p>\n I stood still there in the middle of the church craft fair, dumbfounded.<\/p>\n \u201cGod, forgive me for not recognizing the true love you have already given me,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n Then it struck me what I had just said, what the painter\u2019s wife must have really meant. And at that moment, I felt whole for the first time in my life. Totally complete.<\/p>\n I was good enough, imperfect as I am. I had the love that completed me, the love that never fails, the truest love of all. God\u2019s love, a love that never goes away.<\/p>\n Andie shared her favorite roles<\/a><\/strong> with our senior editor Celeste McCauley!<\/em><\/p>\n