I’m glad you’re here. I began this blog as a place to discover what I “want to be when I grow up!” Allow me to explain: My husband and I have been married almost 27 years. Together we brought three amazing children into this world which has been where we have spent our primary energy these past 21+ years. But something is happening that others warned us would happen all too quickly….those children are growing up. Fast! I have been homeschooling for the past 17 years and now that too is drawing to a close. Feeling a tension about emptying the nest and embracing the next season, I’ve been contemplating some desires that have needed to remain dormant for a time while I did the important work of “looking well to the ways of my household.” The urge to write emerged way back in high school. If I’d had a better sense of who I was and what I wanted to do in this world back then, I may have had a mind to pursue journalism. As it was, I followed my artistic interests and studied interior design instead. I eventually shelved the career life when I fell in love with our firstborn, and subsequently second and third-born. And with no small amount of certainty, I knew my most significant work was going to be that done inside the four walls of my own home.
My hubby and I birthed our fourth “child” when we conceived TruLife Ministries. This discipleship counseling ministry grew out of our own spiritual journey which you can read about here. As I stand in the liminal space, I thank God for the time He has allowed me to focus my creative energies at home, and am leaning forward into the changes that include redirecting those same energies toward new, unexplored areas. It’s an unfamiliar space where I have sometimes felt insecure and anxious. Motherhood is known territory for me, after all. But at the same time, I also feel an eagerness to see how God will move in the second half of my life. In the early days of parenthood, when I was negotiating decisions that sometimes felt like I was sacrificing more and more of my younger self and attendant ambitions, I held on to the belief that if I was faithful in the “small things”, God would prove trustworthy in bringing forth opportunities to nurture other passions when the time was right. I am standing on the precipice of that time in my life. This is the space where I hope to wrestle out what it means to walk into this new and unfamiliar season.
In expectant hope,