My first blog

I am a person who has seen joy. I am a person who has felt deep pain. I am a person who has dived into the depths of despiar. I am a person who has felt the healing hand of God. I am a person who makes mistakes. I am a person who guides the future of tommorrow. I am a person who creates something from nothing. I am a person who relishes in childhood dreams. I am a person who can make a single piece of string into an amazing thing. I am a person who gives from the heart. I am a person who finds family in friends, and friends in family. I am a person who has a story to tell.....

This is my story. this will be the gathering of all that I know. it will be a place where I can say, in complete freedom, my hopes, my worries, my strengths, my fears, my day, stories of my beautiful children, my poems, my hope for the future, the bathroom sink being clogged and the tub backing up behind it, my love for family and friends, my inner most thoughts and the funny things that happen to me as we walk home from school....I do not expect many to read this. For, what is one persons journey among the millions around the world? Is my hurt greater than anothers? Is my story more worthy than yours? The answer is no. But here I may find that I can at last bring my thoughs together. big and small. About the Father above right down to why the cat is dragging around a half alive mouse around the bedroom of the children.

The only forgivenss I will ask of anybody who reads this blog is... the forgivenss of my terrible grammer, horrible spelling, and absolutley atrocious typing skills. There. I even think I misspelled atrocius. There is your first glimpse into how it will be.

Yet, if you put aside the technical aspect of what is going on here and look at the true heart of the matter, you may find yourself finding new ways to teach your children, a fresh outlook on the life of Jesus (who is very close to my heart thank you very much) you may travel with me trough the gospel or wait pateintly with me as i try create another masterpice, you may hear about the wonderful glorius awakenings of the woods in the spring or go with me inch  by inch as i try to make an afghan. Just so you know you may also hear my desperate cries to have my husband take down the christmas lights from the house in April,but i will try to keep those to a minimum.

This is a place for me to say what i have to say, and those that choose to hear, to hear it. What I write here is true, now you may become a part of it. My sarcasm abounds, and yes sometimes, I am mildly funny and that alone may make this whole thing worth while to you.