Having grown up in Montrose, CO, and spent seasons along the way in Seattle, Nashville, and now Denver, I find myself more “homefull” than “homeless.” Still, I’m not quite sure where I best fit in – or if I really want to.
For as brazen, intrepid, and callously courageous as I can sometimes be, I battle some very real fears and insecurities on a regular basis. Sometimes I write about these things – but don’t be alarmed. I eventually walk my booty back up the downward spiral, and remember what I knew to be true all along.
In moments of desperation, I have been known to succumb to the motto, “Life sucks, and then you die.” But then, I am reminded that I believe in a God who is in the habit of bringing life out of death, and has overcome this world that we live in, full of pain and disappointment and injustice. And then I have a re-surge of the will to live, and to live life to the fullest.
Somewhere between a young heart and an old soul, I find myself writing about this life. I love Jesus, melodies, harmonies, and red dresses. Wine & cheese is my love language.