Here's the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo's blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words. SONG... GO. I often see my life in pictures. There are times I stop and say "Wow, this would make a great music video." My life is my album, and though none of the songs are mine, they define me. The paths I've walked, the hurt, the heartache, the joy, the triumph, it's all recorded in my heart through music. I wouldn't be who I am without it. It helps me to express things that I cannot, to put emotions into words where I am left blank, help me sort through the things that I don't understand. There have been defining moments in my life that were stamped with a song. There were times that I was only able to find the will or the courage to do something because of a certain song, often played on repeat until the task was done. It kept me alive through the endless abuse. It kept me holding on through the years of fallout. It showed me I'm not alone. I can't say to you that there is one song, because there isn't. There are a hundred, each with their significance, their own meaning, their own place. But there is this one song that's on my heart today. It breaks my heart and gives me hope. It carried me through many a dark night, sometimes shattering the emotionless void I was encased in, given me a chance to push through and move forward. Sometimes it just makes me ache for everything I didn't have. And sometimes it makes me so very grateful for the things I have now. The love I have now. The one who carries me through it all.
This is my song today. Please take a minute to hear it... It might be your song, too. STOP
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.