About THIS blog?
This is my throw down space. It’s curious and a bit chaotic.
It’s discovering feminine identity and tugging on life’s loose threads.
This is a transparent dumping ground of resistance seasoned with compliance.
It’s rotten kids and muffin tops.
It’s gel manicures and boxing gloves; a power line during a sunset.
This is a story of staying, finding confidence in the unconventional, and exploring the art of conforming.
It’s exchanging ashes for something beautiful.
It’s beer and wings for the Christian soul; my space to find words, whisper dreams, and scream freedom.
Here I hope we can discover and learn how to listen together. Along the way of screwing up and cracking up, let’s high five and fist bump one another. Let’s disco most days and drag each other on some days into lands flowing with joy
Well, I’m a “Bless her heart” type of hot mess. I love Jesus most, but admittedly, find Trouble so alluring. The bunions on my feet explain the journey of my ever-growing faith. I am unequipped but called; I stand confused by decisiveness and often am exhausted by my own extroverting. I’m curious and comfortable.
I was given the gift of “together” from the most sincere and hardworking, handsome man years ago. Our journey has been unexpected; full of forgiveness and commitment. My marriage has changed the way I see everything in life but the lessons I’ve learned from marriage do not singularly define me.
I was given the gift of parenting four times. Though I am fully aware of their awesomeness and find their presence in my life rewarding, I am also your typical exhausted, rumpled mess of a Momma that screams, cries, and beats my chest in “I’m not adult enough to raise humans!” pain. Can we toast here? My children have changed the way I see everything in life but the lessons I’ve learned from motherhood do not singularly define me.
We have homeschooled, public schooled, private schooled. We’ve moved 14 times in 15 years. We’ve experienced limits and loss in: the housing market, the death of loved ones, our careers, medical diagnoses, our marriage, our plans, and a few churches. We’ve made “home” in 400 square feet, 4000 square feet, a cabin and a camper. We’ve owned too much but also nothing. Letting go and planting roots have changed the way I see everything in life but the lessons I’ve learned from doing so do not singularly define me.
I AM BEING DEFINED by who I am learning I am from the one who created me. I am finding that all the parts that have been exposed and all the parts that haven’t are dancing together on my behalf, carrying me to understanding yet to be discovered. My faith finds me. It patiently weaves all the threads of my life seamlessly, in a way that is wonderfully mystifying. A tapestry of STORIES. That. That defines me.