And so it begins...

There.  I did it... it is official.  I have a blog; I am a blogger. 


Oh, how I have fought this moment.  I used to be like, Seriously?  Who has time to blog?  People without kids, maybe.  Or people without MY kids.  Not me. 


Then I was like, What's the point?  I don't craft.  I don't coupon (yet.)  I don't know what I'm making for dinner tonight.  More than likely a blog would result in just one more incident of me getting frustrated with my two-year-old for trying to sit on the keyboard while I type.


And THEN my sister-in-law pointed something out to me... a blog for her is an online scrapbook.  She wanted to remember all the stuff her kids said and did.  And I thought, Well, I DO have cute kids.  And my days of scrapbooking ended with my wedding album.  And ten years from now I probably won't remember the fact that I made my kid puke all over the couch while I was checking to see if he had any new molars coming in... such precious memories, these are.


But tonight did it.  Tonight I was at Barnes and Noble talking to my husband while the kids happily chugged the choo-choos along, and I realized something... a couple of somethings actually:


1) I miss being creative.  I used to love to write.  I actually ENJOYED it.  Now my creative writing boils down to updating my facebook status every other week.  


2) More than anything, I want to experience Jesus in everyday life.  I need to experience Jesus in everyday life... and my kids and husband REALLY need for me to experience Him!  A friend sent me an article years ago about a Mom who had like a million kids and when someone asked her how she managed not to go insane,  her answer was, "You have to invite the glorious into the mundane."  That one stuck with me.  A diaper change is just a diaper change until somehow the presence of the Holy Spirit makes it more than that. 


But... boy, is that hard to remember in the moment.  So in that discussion with my husband tonight I realized that maybe a blog would help me to be more purposeful about inviting God in... because if I know I'm going to write about it for the whole world to see, I'll more consciously remember to look for those times when the Holy breaks through.  (Disclaimer: I'm not planning on the whole world seeing this.  Uggggh.  No thank you.  Me no likey pressure.    The day that this blog becomes something I have to do instead of something I want to do, I'm out of here.  I may write as if I'm talking to somebody, but this whole thing is pretty selfishly motivated.  If anyone else happens to see it - okey dokey.)


So here it is... this is going to be my adventure in finding the presence of God in the mundane-ness of life.  With one husband, one almost-five-year old boy, one almost-two year-old boy, and one baby girl half-cooked in my belly, there's plenty of mundane... so bring on the glorious!