I've been married for a whole bunch of years to Mike, love of my life, calm to my storm, and anchor to my flightiness. He has never forgotten my dream, even when I tried to ignore it, and has been an absolute rock on the days when I end up moping on the bed because the words just aren't coming out the way I want them to sound.
I'm the mom of two boys. You won't see many stories about them on my blog; as they've entered the teen years I'm trying to respect their desire for privacy and owning their own stories. Still you may run across the occasional old post that hasn't been edited or deleted.
Having a blog is a bit like walking around naked. It's almost always with a little fear and trembling that I hit that 'Post' button. But more than anything I want people to know that they are loved in all their mess, in all their questioning, in all their beauty. You are wholly and completely loved by a radical, subversive God.
So join me on the journey, all you pilgrims. Sweet pilgrims, spicy pilgrims, rebel pilgrims, reckless, tired and hurting pilgrims. Everyone is welcome here.