Once upon a time I was a night owl. And then, and THEN…I had kids. Four of them to be exact. For years I got little to no sleep so now I cherish my sleep even more. Because they are now school aged my routine has transformed into getting up early and going to bed early. However–because of it being summer time, I’ve been staying up later. Couple that with my not sleeping well when my husband is away on business (or in this case, visiting his mom in California) and I’m finding myself with really wonky hours. That’s okay though, because it’s allowing me to write all of these crazy thoughts running through my head!
When I was a girl, I dreamed of being a writer. I read incessantly–to the point of my mom grounding me–because my nose was buried so deep in whatever novel I was reading at the time that I couldn’t complete my chores. The librarian at our small town library greeted me with whatever new books had come in since I was there the week before. I wrote short stories and imagined myself as the characters. I even had a pseudo character called Soccer Manning. Why Soccer? Your guess is as good as mine. Someday, I still plan to write (and publish) a book. It’s number one on my bucket list. But for now, I blog.
Growing up, my daddy called me Grace. It’s not my middle name. it’s not a family name. He called me that because I had all the grace of a newborn giraffe. It’s okay, you can laugh. It makes ME laugh every time I think about it.
It’s only befitting that one of my favorite movies is Miss Congeniality because I can absolutely relate to Sandra Bullock’s character, GRACIE Hart (oh, the irony). While my southern roots prepared me with much better manners, I naturally feel very awkward outside of my comfort zone.
But the grace I long to pursue is not physical. It is emotional, mental and spiritual. The Lord has given me so much grace that my desire is to be able to grow in it and bestow that on my family, my friends, my neighbors, perfect strangers and…myself.
Life is hard, y’all. You will probably hear me say that quite a bit, because it’s true. It’s even harder when we try to do everything ourselves, and we don’t depend on each other and–above all–the Lord to share these burdens. We weren’t made to carry them alone. For some of us [me], being dependent is our least favorite thing. My nickname for MYSELF growing up was “Superwoman.” With three brothers I constantly tried to be as strong as they were, as smart as they were, to do what they did. As a wife and mother I try to be the best I can be. But the truth is, I’m as far from a Superwoman as you can get. I am not graceful. I burst out with random thoughts in the middle of others’ sentences (thanks, ADD!), I am at times too emotional and I often fail my precious husband and children. But it doesn’t matter. I am CREATED to be dependent on the Lord. And like it or not, so are you.
If you, too, are not perfect; if you too struggle with every day life, if you too depend on yourself way too much then come along on this journey with me as we pursue true grace.