Tip toe. Tip toe. Tip toe.
I've never been one to tip toe. Ask anyone who knows me. No. My norm is full force, fairly scattered and then an honest, innocent, "Oh my! Maybe I shouldn't have said that?", quickly follows.
Today is a new day. I'm owning who He made me to be.
Facts.
I can't sing. I'm very unorganized. I laugh like a HYENA. I tend to talk way too much (no shocker ;). I want to hug and touch more than I'm learning the rest of the world wants to. I doodle on evOreething. I paint. Putting me with chips/salsa/margaritas/girlfriends ='s howling belly laughter and all sense of time is lost. My children are true rockstars. Baldy is my forever soulmate. God saves me from myself 423 x's a day at the very least......and I love to write.
There I said it.
I really, really do.
Sometimes, when I'm driving, trying to go to sleep, or drying my hair my brain looks like a matrix.
Thoughts, words, paragraphs, ideas.....they are all in bubbles floating around and I'm CAPTIVATED by the idea of harnessing them and putting them in the most simple yet deep form.
Weird eh? It gets weirder.
Ruh-roh.
Often, I will see something happen and rather than just observing, I will literally be seeing my fingers typing the words to what I am seeing. Told u. Weird-o-rama.
Yet, TODAY, I am owning that this is not JUST because "I'm weird", but because He made me this way for a reason.
So. God bless you. Game on.
I will blast my music, put my hair in a tight bun (not sure why, but loose hair causes my creativity to freeze ha!),
and
I. Will. Write.
Before I begin blurting (I mean blogging.), I want to share 2 things that I am so incredibly grateful for. (This ended in a preposition, I realize, but I do this often by choice, ha!)
1. I have spent MONTHS trying to figure out how to protect the lives and stories of MY FAMILY in efforts to keep them THEIRS TO SHARE. I'm still not entirely sure how this will play out b/c let's face it....they are my best and almost only material ;), but that is MY DESIRE. For now, they will have nicknames AND I will not be posting PICS of them.
2. I adore reading a blogger named Rachel Held-Evans. Every, and I mean EV-O-REE time I read her
disclaimer above the comments section, I howl and say, "YES AND AMEN SISTA!!!"
It goes like this,
"Comment Policy: Please stay positive with your comments. If your comment is rude, it gets deleted. If it is critical, please make it constructive. If you are constantly negative or a general ass, troll, or hater, you will get banned. The definition of terms is left solely up to us."
Ummm. Rachel, thank YOU.
See, I am an over the top mercy junkie. So for the life of me, I couldn't come up with those words! I read them, know her heart and said, "Yep, that's it."
I want you to consider one thing, not just when you read my blog, but others as well.
It's likely that we have each been on a long journey. One that has led us to accept that it's worth inviting others into our messy, hilarious and occasionally inspirational living rooms.
One where we (maybe just me ;) found ourselves royally snotting up a bald man's shoulder saying, "Why would they say such a thing?! That's not at all what I was trying to say or imply!"
And Baldy would reply one of 2 things over and over.
"They're an idiot." (Yeah, he's type A, black and white....sorry if you're gray)
or....
"WHY oh WHY do you put yourself out there?!!?!"
That journey has been long, hard, full of THRILLS and TEARS as I open my inbox and connect with someone's heart in a way that life would never allow face-to-face.
Please, just KNOW.
I'm owning it.
My thoughts are NOT the Bible.
My thoughts are NOT SCIENTIFIC PROOF.
My thoughts are simply where I am now and I believe they have something to offer.
My goal is always to point to my Savior Jesus Christ, provide encouragement, and to provoke thought.
Enough disclaimer.
Tonight the children brainstorm their own nicknames.
Excited to harness the next brainstorm of bubbles and thoughts and share them with you as He leads.
xoxo
julz
