Oh hey . . .
I think the biggest lie women tell ourselves is that everybody else is strong. I want to dismantle that lie with every post I write. I'm not strong. But GOD is.
When I think about this space I envision two close friends deep in conversation. I guess my blog is kinda like a long-winded friend.
I see us at my apartment sitting on my comfy (honestly, the fake reason I'm smiling in the photo above is because my couch is so comfy) couch, drinking coffee, tea, or wine.
In my home, my walls are lined with scripture prints, to remind me of what I know to be true. I try to match that here on my blog. I never want to write words that lack purpose. I want true words, challenging words, and point always to the Gospel words. That's why I tend to write about my faith, because I want to witness to what I know to be true.
Like I said, I can't promise strength. In all honesty, I often feel like Moses in front of the burning bush, fully questioning God using me. All I can do is walk in faithfulness to the calls I hear from the Lord because it's usually when I'm the most humble and feeling the most weak that He shines the biggest.
Sweet reader, oh my dear friend, I want to speak truth to you, and pour Jesus into you. And I want to hear your heart right back. Comments (aka sparks of conversation) make me smile.
Now, let's settle in and chat. I'll even wear my (I don't know why I dress like a hipster) hipster glasses.
I started this blog a few years ago when I moved to Vancouver in order to (sorta) escape a life that was dragging me away from Jesus. Over time Jesus won me back to Him. A few months ago I went back and deleted some old content. It's not to hide my past, because I intend to share my full testimony someday, but I also don't want to glorify it. I'm fine sharing my struggles but I'm not fine sharing a heart that didn't know Jesus at all.
This blog has taken various shapes and forms over the years as I've found my voice.
Hear that? That's my voice.
Oh wait, no these are just pictures of my face. awkward . . .
Sometimes it takes on various shares but I think it sounds most like me in these posts:
from the perspective of a single girl: how to honour your (future) husband
the time I told my story
unequal eggs
until tomorrow Jesus is in my always
good conversations
worshipful heart
love out
but if You will
I also extra sound like myself in these vlogs (oh yeah, that word I hate. Some people don't like the word "moist", and I don't like the word "vlog").
I act awkward so that others look good
I also had another vlog but apparently I deleted it. Whoops. Sorry.
But back to what this is all about, blogging, and the reason why, and all the things that go on around here.
That beating sound? That's my heartbeat.
Anything that you read on here that is filled with any sort of truth and wisdom - that's my Secondary Heartbeat.
Aka, that's Jesus speaking.
This blog shares my Secondary Heartbeat. Sometimes it beats loud and sometimes it gets quiet because my fears beat loud.
I'm just a girl. I'm nothing fancy. I haven't got much figured out, but what I've got is all because of the transforming and restoring work of the King of kings - His name is Jesus.
P.S. All the photos on this page that are obviously not taken on my computer or phone are by the lovely Taylor of Taylor Rebecca Photography. She is a dear friend and this one time she took my photos (and said some of the kindest words about me ever).
P.P.S. I'm a Christian. It is absolutely essential to me that you know that my faith believes that God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are ALL God. I'm saved by GRACE not works.
P.P.P.S. this is getting to be a lot of post scripts. You'd think I would have just written this stuff earlier.
P.P.P.P.S. In general, all photos and images are taken/created by myself unless otherwise noted.
Wow. All done.
