This is my place.
It's a nice spot where I like to work things out.
I feel comfortable being me.
With words, I can turn my terrible days into teachable moments. I can journal my way through pain and find God.
I can laugh at myself.
Here, in this place.
I am learning as I live. I am recording it because it helps me. My own hand is teaching me.
I write about creating a home and the loves who make up my life, my spirit as it's inspired, and my soul as it tangles with sin. I write about my struggles with becoming the parent I want to be, the wife I long to be.
And although I do not write of every battle, every sorrow, every victory, every thought, what I do record, I write for me.
One day, I will share this place with my children. I will show them how God used words and a platform and comments from virtual strangers to make me into the woman I'm supposed to be.
I will let the story tell itself.
But for now, this is about me.
And I choose to share it with you.
[I wrote this in response to the occasional reader who questions my candor in raising my children online. If no one reads, I will still write. Because I must.]
I do it for me.
What do you do for yourself?