Ugh.
I’ve had the hardest time coming back to my blog. Not that I haven’t been writing. I’ve pretty much written a novel, actually. But I can’t seem to make it all fit together in one coherent thought. Too much has happened in the last six months. I’m still in shock over it all. For those of you who don’t know, I’m sitting in a new town in a new state with a new career, driving a new car and living in a new house (actually it’s 100-years old, so we’ll just say “different”)…everything about our life has drastically changed this past year.
All that to say that I’m accepting the January Photo a Day Challenge in an effort to process and document all of the ongoing change in our lives, and hopefully it will help me reflect on all the precious gifts the Lord has given me as I walk through a season of pruning that sometimes feels like things are only being taken away.
Day 1 of the Challenge: A photo of you.
So here I am. A reformed priss pot. A Farmer’s wife. A homeschooling Mom of 3 kids. A girl who loves to cook and bake and wear an apron and pearls. A girl who loves fashion and who finds putting pieces of clothing together is like working a rubick’s cube. It’s an intersection of strategy and feng shui, I tell ya. I’m a girl who adores thrifting even more than I ever enjoyed shopping at the big name stores because I love the thrill of the find. Anyone can look good if they shop at the right stores, but a true fashionista finds and creates her own styles. (Ok, off the soap box.)
I love my husband fiercely and am committed to supporting him in his new-found passion of farming, even though it goes against every natural and learned inclination I have. I love my children and feel the weight of the responsibility of raising and educating them to be a very heavy mantle, but one that I know I don’t carry alone. Thankful they are His children and I have His wisdom. I love to write, to paint, to photograph everything in an effort to preserve the moment, to create something from nothing, to rearrange furniture and paint rooms (this drives my husband nuts…especially when he comes home from work and the living room is completely different, paint and all). I’m learning to love this tiny fishing village we live in with it’s ancient oak trees and historic houses. And even though I miss the busyness of the suburbs and the constant community, I’m learning to find peace in the quietness of life that permeates this sweet southern town. I love to celebrate all of the funny nuances of daily life—all of those bizarre, out-of-the-ordinary comments, looks, or happenings that differentiate one day from the next. I battle daily the longing to live an extra-ordinary life and the overwhelming feeling that it’s too hard, so why not just go the easy route and settle for ordinary? My favorite thing to do is sit in a quiet spot, sun shining bright, and read. I love studying the Word of God. I don’t just read it. I chew on it. Digest it. Feel nourished and changed by it.
That in a nutshell is me.
