I’ve been trying to figure out what my first post should be about. . . I have things I could talk about but. . . then today it hit me, you might not know that much about me so my perspective might be a bit hard to grasp. (it will probably be hard to grasp even after you know a few details about me. . . ) SOOOOO. . . I should tell you a bit about myself before I delve into subjects diverse and numerous.
I was born in Pennsylvania, grew up in South Carolina, and now live in Colorado. The only other country (outside of the US of A) I have been to is Canada. I used to think I was a greenie and am discovering I not really so very ‘green’ after all. I don’t know what I am in that respect somewhere between greenie and chemically (what are non-greenies called anyway???). I was/am a preachers kid. Having been through 3 depressions, I am a person who will most likely ALWAYS be on depression medication. (prozac is awesome, y’all!!!) To my surprise (with my Eeyore personality and all), I actually do not like rainy days, the sunshine and I are very close friends. In fact, I tend to get rather grouchy and weepy when separated from it for too long (hmm, maybe that does have something to do with the Eeyore in me. . . ). I get great pleasure out of making things, painting things, DESTROYing things and turning them into something useful and pretty. I LOVE one on one time. Give me a friend, a couch, and a coffee. . . I will be happy for hours. I embarrass people because of my rather frank conversation (not intentionally to embarrass people but sometimes I open my mouth and. . .wow, what comes out astonishes even myself. my husband found a quote for me at Hobby Lobby, “Lord, keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth.”) but am myself horribly embarrassed when people sing happy birthday to me especially in restaurants. I am slowly learning to like house work (Thank God for cleaning schedules and people much wiser than I.) I am a worrier in recovery, with needs so deep only Jesus can meet them. I am discovering that who I thought I was is not exactly who I am mostly because I was living life as a victim not an overcomer but due to a few other details as well (still with me??? hello?? oh hi, you glazed over for a bit there.).
I have a darling baby girl, Avienne Hope (most generally called Avi. btw the ‘a’ makes the AH sound) who keeps me on my toes, physically, mentally, and spiritually. After her birth I went through a HORRIBLE, BLACK depression and it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me but that’s another story for another time. I am married to Clint, who happens to be the best man on earth. Sorry ladies, I got ‘im. Stinks to be you. Tehee. (really, truly, I do hope you think you are married to the best man on earth. I might think you are slightly off your rocker but hey, to each his own.) He balances me out in so many ways. I can be all over the place emotionally, he’s steady, my ‘voice of reason’ always there to steer me back to truth again and laugh at my ridiculous moments. I really don’t know where I would be with out his faithful love in my life. I am extremely thankful for these two VERY dear people God has put into my life.
I am in the process of ‘discovering’ who I am as a child of God. This blog will likely follow that journey. I am far from perfect so if I say something you don’t quite understand or that is extremely wrong, etc, please say so. Having said that, do know that not everything you read (interpret from my writing) is what I mean. 😀 In other words if something I say leaves you with a question please give me the benefit of the doubt (ask me to clarify before jumping all over me or dashing over to your friend and mentioning what a heretic I am) and I will do the same for you. 🙂 It’s hard to get tone, background, feeling, etc through letters/written words. I do have a tendency to be WRONG so I DO want to be open to your correction. Let’s just be friendly about the whole situation, eh?
this is how happy he makes me. ^ 🙂
this is my sweet baby girl at 6 months wearing the dress I wore for my six months picture. ^ (aww)
Now on to subjects diverse and numerous. . .
(oh and I don’t like comma’s. I don’t have time for them. So be gracious with me in that respect. I’m trying to learn to use them but it’s an uphill battle. did I just mix my metaphors?? oh well.)