It always makes me nervous when anyone asks me to tell my story. My knees begin to knock and my hands start to shake.
So, what’s all the hype you might ask?
It’s simple really. THIS story, isn’t my story at all… really. It’s a story of GRACE, MERCY and LOVE all wrapped up into a little something I call me. It’s HIS story to tell… through me.
So, where do I begin… I was born the youngest of three and the only girl. I carry many wonderful memories of my childhood close to my heart. Many would say I was a little “spoiled” while others may tout that I was clearly “daddy’s little girl.” Either way, I wouldn’t trade a minute of it for anything.
We moved around a lot as part of my dad’s job. Every two years found us in a new town and a new place. Making new friends and exploring new things. That is, until my freshman year in high school when we moved to Colorado.
I graduated high school and college here and my dad retired here. This beautiful place has been what I have called home for the past 24 years.
I grew up and married my high school sweetheart. Together, through a lot of blood, sweat, tears and infertility treatments, we welcomed three amazingly beautiful children into our lives. All three were born premature checking in respectively at 34, 35 and 25 weeks gestation.
My life is messy really in a beautiful sort of way. Through the ups and downs of the everyday I have learned to see life through the lens of GRACE. And, in this I can see all the ways that HE blesses me.
I am a child of God, saved by HIS grace, blessed by HIS mercies…. Which are new everyday. I am the captain of this ship, the taxi for kids and kisser of boo boos. I am a skating mom, baseball mom and scout mom. A writer, photographer and friend.
But, most of all… I am HIS.
CHOSEN. FORGIVEN. BEAUTIFUL.