I’ve been on the internet for a very long time. You might say I grew up on it. I started blogging as a semi-angsty teenager, twenty years ago. I wrote of Friday night football games as a bubbly captain of the cheerleading squad, and of Saturday night hardcore shows as a bubbly straight edge kid with an affinity for underground culture. Several years later, I wrote about my travels as a missionary to faraway places, and about falling in love with a handsome musician and his two little boys. A few years after that, I blogged my way through a year-long engagement to that dreamboat of a man who is now my husband. Mere months after our wedding, I started writing about the sweet moments of my first pregnancy with the boy who would become the third of six children in our family. In addition to raising two incredible stepsons, I’ve enjoyed the wild experiences of a home birth, a twin c-section, and a VBAC in the hospital. Our children are currently 22, 20, 12, 11, 11, and 8.
You are looking at two of the deepest settlers around. Christopher and I are both natives of Charlotte, NC. Once married, we moved a few miles across the state line to Fort Mill, SC. We eventually settled into a farmhouse (built in 1890!), spread out onto its acreage, raised some chickens alongside our kids (even tried goats briefly), and swore it would be our death house.
We wanted one house, one plot of land, one church, and one family dynamic forever. Our dreams stopped at our boundary lines. We used to speak so fondly about “our bubble.”
But then, God.
God asked to pop our bubble, so he could show us the abundance obedience brings. In early 2020, it became clear that God was calling us to move to a new land, far away. Far, far away. And so, we moved. In May of 2020, we relocated to Homer, Alaska, with our four youngest kids. I work at the local hospital; Christopher, at a local church. We’re loving this chapter of our lives.
I’ve stuck around long enough for this space to serve several functions. It’s been a spot for dramatic diary entries and monthly love notes to my son. It’s been a place to celebrate life with a big, blended, often-messy family. It’s been a reminder for me to stop and gape wide-eyed at the Lord’s faithfulness in my life, as well as a place for me to share my faith with women who have questions. It’s also allowed me to encourage women to be more tenacious and less timid about the things to which God has called them.
I love using the world wide web to help women acknowledge and receive the loving power of God. I believe that my life experiences and relationships and gifts are all just vessels, vehicles for the Good News. It’s why I chose my profession as a nurse. It’s why I share about my life, even in tender seasons. It’s why I love the internet. And I’m glad you’re here.