Blessed is the one who listens to me, watching daily at my gates, waiting beside my doors.
Nagging on my heart that I can’t get rid of… my heart pounds --- write it out. The nagging says --- express this feeling and capture this moment.
I ignore it. I’ve ignored it for a while now.
So why do I decide to write? For one, I am listening to what the “voices in my head tell me to do” and more importantly I am being true to myself.
Simply put - writing just fixes “It” for me. Confusing statement? Maybe…
So what is “It”? “It” is everything! “It” is that mommy moment that has me feeling like I failed. “It” is that wife moment that I want to remember forever. "It” is that daughter or friend moment I want to take back. “It” is that moment in life when I felt like “It” would never end. “It” is that God moment, the one I can’t wait to share because
my faith calls me to “It”.
So… who am I?
If you don’t know me, and I can’t imagine you don’t if you are reading this. But if you don’t… I am the blessed mother to twins. Next question that automatically follows is Boys or Girls, answer – one of each. They are eight. I am the lucky wife to an amazing man for 18 years this year. My heart and my mind follow Christ, the Bible and all that goes along with it; which may offend… I am learning to live with offending – writing is my therapy.
I will speak some about my kids… My son, born first – dirty-blond bouncing ball of energy, handsome – just like his daddy… Can negotiate his way to selling you ice-cream in a blizzard. He always has a story, if you know him – you’ve heard it all. My son has a heart for God and his word; don’t tell him he doesn’t know where to find the verse… regardless if he’s correct – he knows where it is --- and if you don’t have it in your Bible, that’s not “The” Bible. I am proud of his stance; we’re working on getting it right. My daughter… born one minute later but still my baby girl… is sensitive, serving and deeply compassionate. Her heart is in her prayers. We’ve prayed for the little girls who bullied her in preschool to be nice to her, we’ve prayed for Mr. T’s back to heal and we’ve prayed for “E’s” daddy to believe in God. I am convinced she has a direct phone line to our Savior! Both amaze, infuriate, drive to hysterics and make me fall utterly in love with them every single day.
I also work full-time, outside of the home, at a job I love, for an organization I love. The job adds to the craze of this life but I wouldn’t change it at the moment.
What is my intention with writing… Aside from my therapy; I know reading what others write helps me feel something… sometimes less crazy, sometimes grateful, sometimes it makes me consider change, sometimes it’s a great diversion. I hope this does something for you.
I humbly thank you for following along…