welcome: MY love-hate blog

welcome: MY love-hate blog

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I have a love-hate relationship with blogs.   Hate: A group of people (of which I am joining, so it seems) who think that they have something so important to say that other people (strangers!) should use their precious minutes to read their thoughts. Love: Reading said thoughts.

Hate: Everyone thinks they’re an expert on something now. Love: When someone actually does know something that’s worth something, tells me about someone else who actually know something that’s worth something, or (most of all) when they remind me of the words of The One who knows something (everything).

Hate: Everything is some “If you only knew what it was like/take a walk in my shoes” melodramatic moment. (See: “Why your food posts make me self conscious about my gluten intolerance” or “The highs and lows of a dance mom”) Love: I desperately need to see the world from outside my little box.

Hate: “The Instagram Effect” - Little Miss Blogger, your black and white photo of your child downing kale for breakfast doesn’t trick me for a second. Love: The open invitation into a stranger’s joy, mess, triumphs, struggles.  Pull back the proverbial camera phone and let me see it all, and we’re good.

Hate: Everything is a cause. (See: “Knitted hats needed for freezing, stray dogs”) Love: A good cause.

I haven’t yet found a blog that speaks to all that I care about.  Which, of course, means that this blog won’t be that for you.  But, in case you’re shopping for a new blog, thanks for considering this one.  Let me introduce myself.  I’m a disciple of Jesus.  I’m a wife.  I’m a mom (bio to two kiddos, foster/”definitely-for-now-maybe-forever”/pre-adoptive mom to two littles, and short-term foster mom to whichever baby needs a home this week).  Books are my love (I’ve been known to consume 10+ in an average month).  Nothing gets me smiling/crying/talking-loudly-with-wild-hand-gestures more than orphan care, mercy ministry, and missions.  There’s more to me, of course (when I asked myself what I love, all I could think, on repeat, was: coffee, beer, nutella), but I expect all of this (minus the coffee, beer, nutella) to be what this blog centers on.

So maybe join in, read along, and love-hate this blog.

that time I made a grown man cry

that time I made a grown man cry

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