Hi, I’m Amy. The fact that you are here right now, spending a few minutes of your free time with me blows my mind. Thank you. I write here to encourage you in this journey of life and God and the sticky mess that is our days. I want you to know that you are not alone, and I am comforted in knowing I’m not either! I hope my ramblings somehow bring you a moment of peace in your journey.
This is supposed to be where you get to peak a bit into my brain and see who I am. How in the world do you let someone do that? It’s one of the hardest questions to answer, “Who are you?” The knee-jerk reaction is to respond with the things I do, my roles in life. “I’m a wife. I’m a mother of three. I’m a homemaker. I’m a pastor’s wife. Etc, etc, etc….” But who am I?
I’m a grown woman who wonders sometimes when people are going to figure out that I’m really not old enough to be in charge of a house or a bank account or (OH MY WORD) three other little lives. Do we every actually “feel” grown up and ready for these things?
I’m a follower of Jesus who has deconstructed and reconstructed her faith more times than I can count. I realize more every day how much I don’t know about the world or God or faith and I am learning to just lean on Jesus, trust, dig deep, study, and just breathe.
I’m a reader. Fiction, non-fiction, biography, classic, young adult, the sky is the limit. There will always be a book on my nightstand. And in my purse. And next to my chair…… I may have a bit of a problem with reading several books at once.
See that photo up there? That’s my family. Of course, that’s on our picture perfect day. In normal life we’re a beautiful mess.
I deal at various times with depression, panic attacks, inappropriate laughter and painful neck problems that give me a good excuse to lay in bed for days at a time. (Hey when you’re a mom you will take what you can get…)
I’m a former missionary to another country, current missionary to my ‘hood, and lover of all things coffee.
I blog to share with the world that I’m screwed up (aren’t we all???). It’s kind of like in grade school when you had a zit and you pointed it out to everyone so that at least you were the first to say it out loud. It gives me an excuse to play my “crazy card” sometimes. I figure–love me; love my psychosis.
And there is some psychosis.
I love my roles in life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes escape to the nearest bookstore for a stack of magazines I never intend to buy and yet another cup of coffee. It’s therapy. I wonder if I could file it on my insurance…
Life, and all that comes with it, is not always perfectly kept houses, perfectly mannered children, and Pinterest projects that turn out just like the pictures.
Life is messy.
In fact, I think life is so much more interesting when you just point out your mess and say “See, we’re not perfect and you aren’t either, so let’s just go with it.”
So, where do I want you to go from here? Grab a cup of coffee, jump in the conversation, and let’s get to know each other. There are so many different pieces of my life that I would love to share with you.
Honestly, I could go on and on and on. Just poke around a little and make yourself at home.
And while you’re here, I would love it if you would share your email address with me in the subscription link on the left side. That way you won’t miss a moment of the craziness!