C. S. Lewis once said, “Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.'”
That is why in this blog I will always be addressing you, dear reader, as “friend.” You’re not alone, no matter your struggles, and my prayer and hope is that you might find Living Water (that is, Jesus) in the wilderness wells God has dug into the story of my life.
It’s important you be aware that I am bipolar (rapid cycling, type II), so my posts will likely be unpredictable in output as I frequently have long bouts of deep depression and/or debilitating anxiety, mixed with rapid, extreme mood swings that are like sudden mental car crashes, leaving me with emotional whiplash that can put me out of commission socially for several days until my brain can recover. My illness is particularly severe but I take medication and see a psychiatrist regularly. The Lord is good, and I am grateful for the knowledge and resources available to me in this country and in this time.
Before you read on, know this: I will be brutally honest.
I may even make you uncomfortable. There will be buckets of tears. I’m also hoping for some laughs, preferably most of them out loud. Anything that can take a swing at that melancholy jaw of western Modernity.
The themes will also be unpredictable because I’m an author, musician and songwriter, occasional poet (consider yourself warned), and a painter, so you can expect random posts about my rabbit trails into other creative endeavors aside from dropping my quivering self into the vast unknown of blogging.
Other themes will be my adventures with Campbell, my best friend, blood brother, sarcasm supplier, and husband of sixteen years, who was diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia (CML) back in June, 2015. He is an amazing man. We’ve battled together side by side and back to back as we’ve lived and loved and bled and died to ourselves constantly, holding onto Jesus (or rather, He’s held onto us) through tragedy after tragedy. We’ve had our fair share of triumphs as well, though they’ve usually been the bloodied but glorious victories peculiar to walking with Jesus. Campbell’s a pastor with a heart for the marginalized, outcasts, oddballs, and those who struggle with addiction and mental illness. So basically, people like me. We plan on church planting in a year or two and eventually want to go to India as missionaries—something I’ve wanted to do since I was eleven. All in the Lord’s timing. We’ve also waded together into the wild but wonderful seas of parenting. The Lord gave us four amazing, messy, hilarious kids, ages five to twelve. Two girls, two boys, infinite adventures. You’ll read plenty about them too.
Above all, the goal of this blog is love.
A strange and glorious and beautiful and alien love that can come only from God, one that issues from a pure heart, and a good conscience, and a sincere faith. So read on, friend, and discover the redeeming, powerful love of Jesus, knowing that when we fall and fail it is so THAT WE MIGHT be refined, purified, and made spotless, THAT WE MIGHT shine brighter than the stars, THAT WE MIGHT share in His glory because we’ve shared in His suffering, THAT WE MIGHT become more than conquerors in this fallen, broken world.
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