“In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.”
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a stirring in my soul to write. I was that kid in class that actually really enjoyed any and all writing assignments. I still remember (and probably still have it somewhere in the attic) the paper I wrote over Huckleberry Finn in high school. I KNOW I still own the poetry notebook I did in sophomore English class. Writing has been a lifeline and an anchor for me over the years. It has been my therapy and my release. Life has not always been kind, and so, I write. For the past five years I have toyed with having a blog. I have had numerous people encourage me to start one. Fear, for one, has kept me from doing it. Being intimidated by the technical side of it has held me back. But, I think…I know, that when the Holy Spirit is prodding you to do something, you will either be driven crazy in your attempts to ignore it, or, you suck it up, find the courage, and DO IT. So, at last…here goes nothing…
Let me officially introduce myself…
I am a wife, mama, Jesus follower, old soul and lover of simple things. I have also had a lifelong love affair with photography. I think my husband hung the moon and my kids, oh man, they are my heartbeat. I love sunflowers and fried green tomatoes. Campfires and summer nights. I love antiquing and I LOVE spending time on my grandparent’s farm. I am sentimental to a fault and I could spend hours researching family history. On our happy little farm we own a lazy horse, two sweet little donkeys, three dogs, three cats and a handful of sassy chickens. I spend a lot of time with my boots in the mud and the muck and I could not be happier.
I was born and raised in Indiana. I have Kentucky roots on my mom’s side and my dad’s side is from the hills of Southern Indiana. My parent’s divorced when I was eight years old. My dad is a retired airline pilot who flew all over the world and my mom was a business woman who worked more hours a week than I could ever keep track of. Both were amazing at their jobs, respected and admired. My childhood was not one that I would want for my own kids. It did have it’s moments of joy, and happiness. It also had it’s moments of fear, sorrow and heartache. Ultimately, it shaped me and prepared me for some of the toughest days of my life.
In January of 2008, I was 27, and in a month’s time, I lost my first husband to kidney cancer, gave birth to my second child and that February lost my mom to breast cancer. That same year, I remarried, and the following year I gave birth to a little girl with a life-long and life-threatening metabolic condition called a Urea Cycle Disorder. It was a year that marked me. Scarred me. But a year that my faith in God became ROCK SOLID. Unshakable. God works for good all the time and my life, my story, is a testament to that.
Life is hard. Gut-wrenching some days, but there is beauty and goodness to be found everywhere, even in the darkest of times. I can find humor in almost any situation. It’s that skill that has helped keep me sane. I KNOW there is always a silver lining. Sometimes you just have to look extra hard to find it.
Writing is cathartic for me. There are moments I feel as if I’ll combust if I don’t get the words out of my head and off of my heart. So, here I am, ready to share those words with anyone that wants to sit a spell and read them. It may not always be polished. At times it will be raw. But I can promise it will always be honest and authentic, and I pray that through it all, I can be a light, a source of hope. I truly believe that’s why I’ve had to endure so much.