In the summer of 1997, fresh out of high school, I found myself eagerly looking forward to working at my favorite childhood camp. On the first day of staff training I met an outgoing, overly friendly, highly competitive, loud, red head named Jim. After a summer of flip flopping between irritation and infatuation I inadvertently turned down his first invitation to a date. Thankfully he wasn’t deterred and 20 years of marriage later we find ourselves in a life that is everything and nothing like we imagined.
My favorite things (beside the aforementioned red head) include our eight children, my programmable coffee maker, country living, and anything that is well organized. I enjoy gardening (vegetables and flowers), playing loud music while cleaning or cooking, and rooting for the underdog.
I am an introverted homebody by nature and do not enjoy a lot of attention. Unfortunately, with a family our size, attention is often unavoidable. Add in the fact that two of our children have autism, three are adopted and three have type 1 diabetes and all chances of flying under the radar are gone.
God has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. But it has only been in the last 10 years that He has become more to me than a vending machine for my wants and needs. Life has thrown a lot of curveballs my way that I have swung and missed over and over. But like a patient coach, God keeps picking me up, brushing me off, and positioning me at the plate of life with a gentle “try again”.
I’m not a writer. In fact, half the time I cannot tell you the difference between an adjective and an adverb. Then why would a self-proclaimed introvert who loves her privacy choose to blog? I think the answer is because the things I am most passionate about are also the most misunderstood. This is my way of pulling back the curtain on a window of my (our) life and letting you hopefully obtain a better understanding of the things that make up our family.