By no means am I a gifted writer. I use the term,"writer" loosely.
I am a vomiter of words.
It feels goods to just get it all out, doesn't it?
Only a mom runs towards vomit not away from it. So here I am.
This space of words all jumbled together helps me make sense of myself. God speaks to me here. As I open my mouth and all sorts of junk just comes pouring out--when I am almost done with my nonsense--almost empty of myself--there He is. I find myself, I can hear him whispering more clearly. Sweet, sweet words of solace. Of grace.
Words on a page have given me grace for years. Through seven years of infertility, I wrote. Through bed rest with twins, I wrote. Through twin infants in the NICU, being pregnant again 5 months later, through infancy and toddlerhood and on- I wrote.
Why this public place? Why not journal like a normal person?
Well, I am by no means normal. I am a mess in some senses. I think a lot of you are too. If my non-normal, jumbled up whirlwind of a life somehow gets read by someone who is feeling the same way. Success.
If you can crack a smile after a tedious, unshowered day of picking up toys, referreeing and soul pouring into your kids- success. If you feel a girlfriend reach through the computer screen and hug your neck a little bit- success. If an ounce of grace or hope or love are felt- success. Most of all--if you are one footstep closer to Jesus--success.
I write as a servant. I write as worship. I write for beauty's sake although it may not be beautiful to some. I write to encourage. If I am the only one who ever reads here that is fine with me.
I am here to meet with Him, come and meet with me.