I was born in America in the ‘great’ state of Texas to parents who were from some place else, but moved there in search of the American Dream. I don’t know if they ever found it or not – that’s their story.
I married my first, and only, boyfriend, and we’re still sweethearts, and together we have three wonderful children. I was blessed to be able to homeschool the kids. Sometimes I’ve wondered if I did a good job of it, but they’re so smart, maybe that doesn’t matter as much as the great relationship that I have with them.
The five of us live in Scotland. We’ve been here for over eleven years as missionaries. We’re still “foreigners”, but it feels like home. I don’t know if we’ll stay here forever; I know I dream of someplace warmer and dryer, but we’ve always said we’re here until God tells us to go somewhere else.
Who am I really?
I’m a child of God. I gave my heart to Jesus while in high school, thanks to the love, prayers, and faithful friendship of a dear friend. My relationship with Jesus is the foundation of my life and where I derive my identity and purpose.
I’m a mother. It’s the most important and best ‘job’ I’ll ever have. It’s never-ending, and I’m glad. I was afraid I wouldn’t be a good mother, because I didn’t have much maternal instinct as a young woman. When the time came, it kicked in to the point of being overwhelming. Now I understand the proverb about the mother bear and her cubs.
I’m a wife. We’ve been married almost 32 years. I know in this day and time what an accomplishment that is, and I also know how much of God’s grace has brought us to this point. We both at various times, and all times, are friend, confidante, cheerleader, sounding-board, partner, helper, nurse, etc., etc., etc.
Other things I love (in random order): reading, nature, running, art, music, coffee, flowers, birds, babies & toddlers, my dog, movies, popcorn & pretzels, friends, chatting, travel, other cultures, learning, history, mountains, beaches, & sunshine.