Who I Am... In A Nutshell...

Who I Am… In A Nutshell…

Well – let’s get this party started.  Here’s a sneak peek at who I am, in one hundred words or less…

I am a forty-something, audaciously authentic, Jesus loving, modestly pierced, heavily tattooed, arrow shooting, daughter of Christ who carries a colorful past full of mistakes and second chances.  I’m a part-time cupcake making powerhouse, a full-time church staff employee, adoption advocate, invisalign wearing, camping obsessed, sunset chasing, avid photographer who’s completely addicted to scrapbooking.  Standing beside me is my main man, my thirty-something husband of nearly thirteen years (who’s also moderately tattooed with a colorful past), my three children ages eighteen, seven, and stillborn a year ago… and of course my adorable little yorkie.

So… where to begin...
I’d been faithfully blogging for years… on this little known private blog that I was too scared to make public, due to the nature of our family.  I blogged about all kinds of stuff… photos, frustrations, theme suppers, recipes, cake creations, infertility… See, we have an adopted child, and in this all-out-there world of crazy instant technology, I just wanted to try protect some of our moments and memories… so I wrote, and I published, but I was selective who had access to this special window into our family.

And then one day a year ago, the unthinkable happened to us.  You know, those total life-changing moments that can happen in the blink of an eye, and I stopped hitting publish.  It’s not that I didn’t want to continue to write (I actually probably produced some of my best posts during that time) but I just couldn’t share it, even with that tiny little crowd I trusted.  And then so much time passed, and I didn't know how or where to start...  That “unthinkable” thing, it’s a long story really, briefly mentioned above, and it's something I do someday hope to begin sharing about a little more publicly… but for now, I’m just not ready to delve back into all those hurts and really big emotions. Those wounds are still too large and too raw.  But God granted me… granted us… this crazy journey for a reason, and someday the time will be right to share.  So bare with me, we’ll get there in time ;-)

In the meantime, I’ve decided to try tame that incessant blog chatter continually milling around in my head, and I think I’ll get my feet wet again with a tiny tidbit of writing.  A little light-hearted banter between myself and my keyboard, and who knows, maybe even hit the “publish” button a time or two.  I’m honestly not sure I have anything great to say, or a story anyone will want to really know about, but hay – neither did Moses, and God chose to use him to take an entire nation out of slavery, across the Red Sea, and to the Promised Land of milk and honey. He faithfully obeyed a tiny whisper within, and look at the number of lives he has touched, and what great and mighty things he accomplished.   God's whispered.  It's time to just faithfully obey.

And so with that… let’s let this blog begin...

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