I keep saying I'm going to get back into blogging...
And then I don't.
But I really, really want to...
But I don't.
There are several reasons, I guess. It's been so long since I *really* blogged that I doubt anyone actually reads this anymore. And what do I do, just pick up like I've never been gone? And WHAT ON EARTH DO I TALK ABOUT?
I mean, seriously, I'm a stay at home mom who sleeps til about 2 p.m. then picks her kids up from school and starts her day. Other than the fact that they're cute, is anyone actually interested? I mean, I could probably keep you entertained with the stuff that does come out of their mouths, but really... I feel like I'm stuck. I started this blog to make a difference, to tell my story. And I've done that. Now I'm at this really, really good place in life, and I almost feel like I have nothing to say. It's all so normal.
But... The fact of the matter is that no matter what state of mind I am in, I was still abused, and I still have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and I'm still Bipolar. And I guess now I'm in more of a position to be helpful, now that my head is clear, I guess. And I still love God, and I think I'm closer to him than ever before. And I LOVE to write. I absolutely love to. And sometimes I even convince myself that I'm actually good at it. But I don't do it enough.
So... What do I write about? Does it have to be the same stuff every day? Cute pictures of my kids and a run down of what we didn't do today? (yes, I'm being sarcastic... good catch) Or random posts about the harder parts of my life? Or about God? Or about all of these things? Or none of these things? I really, really want to get back to writing in some capacity, and I feel like I've kinda left this blog hanging and I really want to get back to it... so... if you're actually reading this, please say hi, just so I'll know.
I'll stop making your eyes bleed, now. Love to all
I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.
I'm here to use my voice. So many people can't. In a world of darkness, I just want to help God's light to shine through. I pray that my words are His, and my love is His, as well. This is my journey through the darkness. To start are the beginning of the story, click here.