Although I definitely want to quit sometimes. It's scary for me to have a place where I put what's going on in my mind and my heart that other people can see. I try to be honest and yet I still want to make myself look good (for all two of the people that ever read this)...and then I hit publish and sit for a few minutes trying to decide if I should delete it all. Sometimes I go back and read what I've written before and I can't believe I put it on the internet. I'm not even good with sharing my feelings with my husband or my mom, and sometimes it makes me feel almost sick to know that other people can read what I write. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of people reading and following. I love it so much that sometimes it's why I don't write anything- I'm afraid I have nothing noteworthy to write about.
I was looking back today at the first post I ever wrote. I was reminded that this blog wasn't my idea in the first place. It was God's idea. I'm still not sure why. But maybe that's the reason I've been writing here for two years. Not every post is about God, but I think that having a space where I can praise him and share with others what He's doing in my life is what this blog is really about.
So. This is my space to write about whatever I want. Whether people read it or not.
Now that I've reminded myself of that, I have some things to write about. Another day.
For now, I'm looking back at what's happened in the last 2 years since I started this little blog.
2012 was the "Year of Hard Stuff" for us:
- We started out as a newlywed couple who had been married for a little over a year.
- It was just us and a sweet little hedgehog
- We bought our first house
- Had 2 massive tornadoes sweep through
- We lost a precious aunt, a baby, a grandmother, and sweet friends
- I had 2 surgeries to remove tumors from my ovaries and found out I have endometriosis.
- We became licensed foster parents
- We almost got twin boys and my mom laughed
- We participated in a Thrift Shop Challenge
- Became parents to our first foster baby, and then DCS moved her
- We had two foster sisters for a weekend
- We got a PUPPY
- We (tearfully) closed our home as a foster home
- Hubster got fit and jumped in a lot of mud
- The puppy got huge and became more of an inside dog than we thought she would
- And, most importantly, God moved mightily on our behalf. Here. Here. Here. and Here. (and so many more times I didn't write about).