Wow. It's been a year and a half since I've posted on my blog. Not so coincidentally, it's been about a year and a half since my little one was born. I originally started this blog after moving back to Michigan from Texas. I had planned on using it to post photos of life in the mitten state for friends back in Austin to see. Once I started pursuing my dream of being a self-employed artist, this blog became a place for me to post about my artwork, my life, and my relationship with God. Clearly blogging has never been an easy thing for me or one of my strong suits. Even when I was doing my best to keep this thing updated, my posts were sporadic at best. Life always seemed to happen, and living my life always seemed to take priority over writing about it here. There have been moves, and new jobs, a baby, goodbyes, and loss. Life. I'm always super impressed by my friends (and strangers) who can do both. Who can live the daily ups and downs of life, and seamlessly write about it on their blog with beautiful words and gorgeous, amazing, Photoshop-perfected pictures. That's just not me. I realize that in this technologically focused/saturated/crazy world, this might be seen as a negative thing - especially if and/or when the time comes and I begin to focus on selling my art and "getting it out there" again. I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I just want to be honest about the fact that my posts will, most likely, continue to be as random (time and content-wise), as they've always been. Perhaps, with a healthy dose of pics or ramblings about motherhood thrown in for good measure. Because that's where I am in life right now. I haven't created new artwork in... I, honestly, don't even know. Since before our little miss was born, that's for sure. And the creative part of me is aching to come out - to play with paint and paper and charcoal... oh just thinking about it makes me happy! But becoming a mother has been a never ending string of lessons. And the one I'm finally figuring out (I think), is that it's time for me to honor all parts of who God created me to be again. Not just the "mama" part - as fantastic and wonderful as that piece of my being is. So I've pulled out the art supplies. They're in a huge pile in our back room, or "Spare Oom," as we lovingly refer to it. Nothing is organized. It's kind of a huge mess, actually. But it's a start. A place to start. I love a new beginning, don't you? And each day - each moment - we can have one. Such possibility.
ALL of this to say, really, that this is where I am these days. A lover of Jesus, a wife to Rick, a mother to Annaliese, an artist, and so much more... And, perhaps, in the midst of all of this, I'll find my way back to this blog, to share my life with you. I really hope to.
In the meantime, I hope this post finds you well, and that you are honoring who God has created YOU to be.
Much love to you, dear ones.
