I really struggle with introductions. I don't like attention directly on me. I even struggle having my picture taken and I feel a little uncertain in this blogging world. In this day and age, it's not all that safe to share too much, so this needs to feel comforting and cozy, much like a warm blanket offers security. So while anonymity is not the goal, safety among the big world wide web holds the key as I expose the depths of my heart.
I'm a wife, mom, and grandma - titles I carry dearly and try not to take them for granted. My husband is truly my best friend and over the many years together (32+), I've come to love him more and more, especially for his patience as I still learn to be the wife he deserves.
I also carry a title without a name. It grips the heart and tries to steal joy. Children without parents are called orphans, wives without husbands are called widows, but what is a person called that loses a child or a sibling? I've lost my sister in a tragic accident, and I've buried a stillborn son, suffered miscarriages and my first grandson shares a grave with my baby boy. Grief is part of my story woven into so many seasons of my life. I'm broken . . . beautifully broken.
I'm a homeschooling mom with graduated students, while still yet in the trenches with our youngest. It's a beautiful balancing act - and the gift of grandchildren now, has made it amazingly sweet to see our children grown, raising and homeschooling a second generation of children.
"Lord, will You let every word be written that should be written, and will You prevent every word from being written that should not be written"- Corrie ten Boom, The Five Silent Years of Corrie ten Boom, p. 126, 32-33
. . . and so I blow out tonight's candle and hope that I can find the words to share my heart.
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery!"
-Anne of Avonlea - another of my favorite people!
Shared with love!
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