I like to think I’m a writer. I am absolutely positively a thinker, and a conversationalist, and quite the expressive kind… but a writer I just like to think I am. I journal, because if I didn’t my busy mind would spill out all over the place on a consistent basis… and that’s never a highly esteemed thing, right? I used to really enjoy blogging (this used to be my corner of the web).. then things got super busy and it became something to just “keep up with.” I didn’t want it to be that, so I stepped away. Now I want to step back in, and see what happens. With fresh purpose.
I am now a senior in college, working herself to the bone to graduate with a kickbutt design portfolio and a wonderful loving joyous sense of being intact. I love Jesus more than I ever have, because the beauty of grace is that as I grow up my faith also matures, my desire to grow in Christ-likeness remains, and His love continually calls to my heart. I am in a relationship with a man I have grown to love dearly, whose friendship I treasure. He makes me laugh, he takes care of me, he desires to know me, he challenges and encourages me, and he desires to love and know God above all else. My little sister started her college years this past August, and it’s eventful and fun to see her learning and experiencing. There are many other changes that have taken place since I was last in the blogosphere, but those will come out eventually, I’m sure.
I have gone back and forth on the stance of whether a blog should be more for the author or for those who stumble upon it. I think I want this place to be both. Writing is a fantastic way to organize one’s thoughts, to help process and reflect, to question or to share. I know that this is true. Maybe my shared reflections and happenings can inspire others along the way.
And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him. Colossians 3:17
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