I come from a place of hard work, of uncomplicated love, of sacrifice and devotion. I come from small town and gravel road and meadowlark.
I am all dichotomy, ripe with contradictions. I am the gray matter of every argument; the space between your black and his white. I can always see the middle.I am a text-book gemini who doesn’t believe in astrology. I apologize a lot. I don’t expect much from you. I expect a lot from myself.
I am a recovering perfectionist, a conflicted introvert, a prayer warrior who forgets to pray some days.
I am nurse, and I am mommy and I am becoming wife. I am a story-teller and a Jesus chaser and a theology-phob.
I am at peace, midnight underwater and in the quiet of water lapping the shore.
I am found in the wildness of forest and its stillness at dusk.
I am recovered in the pages of scripture, the fine words of scholars, the stories I weave.
I bask in moon beams on my pillow, the glow of my children, the light of my good man; three extraordinary reflections of Creative God.
I love Eddie Vedder and super hero films and I would rather sit by a fire with two friends that be at a party with 20. I love music and dancing and poetry that is raw. I love wind in my hair when travelling too fast, coffee in a paper cup, blank pages and black ink.
I like people who love good food and a good laugh the most. I make my best attempt at authenticity but hate when I use that as an excuse to not pursue rightousness…goodness…purity. Being real is not an excuse to be mediocre.
I love stories and people and Jesus, but especially people who tell stories about Jesus. I tell my stories here, to the few who come to visit and otherwise I hide in my cabin in the woods. I’m sorry I don’t spell very well or understand the basics of sentence structure or the appropriate occasion for a comma.
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