It’s hard to talk about me, when in reality I have no idea who I am. I know my identity is grounded in Jesus. That He redefines me. But the me I see in the mirror is a stranger. What I know is I am a mom. I have an amazing daughter with Asperger’s Syndrome, a toddler with fire burning in her soul, who runs me ragged every single day. And twin girls, that are shared with me, I am so grateful to their mom that allowed me to be a part of their lives. And their dad? My husband, my best friend, the one who shows me Jesus as he pours himself out for me, even when I suck the life straight out of him. These five people have my heart.
I spend a great amount of my time dealing with chronic illness, the day in and day out of Aspergers, temper flaring toddlers and it all seems chaos. Ironically, a chaotic peace. Because the One who redefines me, He gives me peace. And joy. And comfort.
My ramblings here are mostly my heart, God’s words but my heart. You may read about Aspergers and autism, adoption, grief that consumes, and on occasion just a writing, not really poetry, but just some beauty I find in my world.
I hope you find something that inspires you. Encourages you. Makes you smile.