It occurred to me that I haven’t written about me in quite some time. I just love feeling like I’m getting to know all of you, and I want you to do the same. When I first began this blog, it was more of a creative writing space for me….as a wife and mom of two little ones.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped writing as an escape….and that’s what writing is for me. Whether it’s about furniture or my experiences as a mom, it is therapy for me. There’s not much I love more…including painting furniture.
So….there is this huge part of my life that I’ve only talked about here and there. My relationship with God has been a constant…whether I’ve been ready to follow or not has been the variable. But in college, it became real to me. Like….I finally got it. Not that I figured it all out, but I finally grasped that it’s not about me figuring it all out, but about Him doing that for me.
And before I start crying, and write my entire life’s story, I’ll get back to this particular post.
I’m not sure why it’s been on my mind lately, but I wanted to share this with you guys. Please know this post has zero to do with uplifting me or us as a family, and all to do with something so much bigger than me.
I never pictured myself as a missionary. Ever. But again, that’s what He does….helping you do and experience things you never thought possible.
So when I met my husband and he began talking about his mission work in Honduras, I thought it sounded incredible, but I never actually entertained the thought of going.
But as I grew up in ways beyond adding years to my life, I began to feel very drawn to the idea of trying to give of myself in that kind of way.
And let me tell you, it changed my life.
This is part of the huge capital city of Tegucigalpa, Honduras.
Just to give you an idea of what makes up a typical home…