My daughter has the spiritual soul of the most mature Christian you could meet. I’m not bragging. I’m blessed and in awe.
My 10-year-old has one of the biggest hearts you could come across. He’s compassionate, empathetic, and easily overwhelmed. He is my ADHD and my teacher. Because if you know anything about ADHD, you know that parenting is a whole different planet.
This is my teenager. My 15 year old follow the rules, introvert, exceptionally smart, big hearted young man. He’s turning into an amazing human being. He always has been. He worries like his mama. That may not be a good thing. He’s a people pleaser and makes such a positive impact and influence in the lives of not only his siblings but anyone he comes in contact with.
And I have the leader in my life. I don’t always do a good job of allowing him control that he should have. Because I have no control. And I know it, but I’m human. And I’m stubborn. And I’m easily convicted. I’m loyal and your personal diary. I love unconditionally and I’m easily hurt. And God covers all of these things and more. He is my rock, my strength, my Savior.
My world consists of trying to photograph the most beautiful things God has given us. The things on a daily basis we take for granted. My world is trying to be the best wife, mother, friend, example, and Christian that I can be.
My world is also made up of my own insecurities, and fears, hurts, a craving for acceptance, and trying to always please everybody. I know that is humanly impossible, and yet it still drives me bananas. I allow it to drive me crazy and I’m trying to learn how to fix that.
It’s just a glimpse folks. I have a lifetime of moments and things I’ve overcome. Maybe I’ll share some day. My goal is to be a light and an encouragement. My world is to help other people heal by sharing the fact that I made it through. There are still struggles. But I’m still here. God has a purpose.