This is a new blog.  It’s still figuring out what it wants to be when it grows up.

In many ways, so am I.  But here’s what I know.

I am Christy.

I am a struggling Bible believing Christian. Aren’t we all?  And if you say no, then I’m worried about you because no one with breath has the capacity to fully understand the vast being of God, Yahweh, Jehovah.  Yes God is real.  Jesus loves me and died on the cross for my sin and the Holy Spirit lives within me,  There are other tenants of the faith if you will,  but Jesus Christ, fully God and fully man on the cross for my sin is non-negotiable.   God’s word as the authority is also non-negotiable.  In it are the words that will offer everything we need for life and godliness.

I am a wife of 23 years to one of the finest men living and breathing.  And I don’t deserve him.

I am a mom to 4 pretty amazing kids.  Not perfect kids but great kids.  I don’t deserve them either.  Every bit of goodness they have is because the God of the universe reached down and touched them in ways I could never dream.

I know, my kids don’t look anything like me.  I am an adoptive mom.  But I promise you I’m nothing special.  It’s the way I feel.  No one gave you kudos because you birthed a child.  I birthed 4 children, I just did it differently, that’s all.

I am real.  I don’t lie, although I am sure I’m not absolutely innocent in this, but it is not my lifestyle, and I don’t tolerate liars very well.  I don’t do fake. What you see is what you get.  I’m all out there.  Honesty, I’m too much for some people to handle and that’s okay.  I will be true to my God and to my self.  If you don’t like it, or can’t handle it, feel free to move on.  You might offend me for other reasons, but I promise that you will never offend me for that.

I hate to see injustice.  My idea of injustice may be different than yours and that’s okay too.  I can agree to disagree and I hope you can too.  This is how we grow and learn about each other, but I often find those that speak the loudest for the rights of others only mean certain rights, usually conservative Christianity is not among them.  And that’s okay too.  The fact is, there are injustices in this world but I am so thankful this world is not our home.   I long for the day when I can bow down before the throne of my Creator and worship him for all of eternity.  In a land of no more tears, no more sorrows, no more pain.  Only love and joy and worship! What a glorious day that will be!

You will find me right here at The Playground making “friends.” I hope you will stick around for a while, but I also know I may never see you again.  I may get sand thrown in my eyes and scraped knees and I may throw back a little sand too.  I may get bullied, trust me, it wouldn’t be the first time.  But that’s how we learn and grow, isn’t it?  Dealing with the difficulties of life on this planet we call Earth? The easy parts of life aren’t the parts that change us. The hard things? Those are what shape us and mold us to be what we are and what we’ll become.  Sometimes you’ll find me at Five Minute Friday, and maybe some other link ups around blogland.

Mostly, I’m here to have fun!  But you know as well as I do that fun often comes with a cost.   A lot of life lessons are learned on the playground.  Be nice, play fair, life is not fair, there will always be bullies and those that are bullied.  And never wear shorts on a metal slide unless you want to get burned.

The truth is,  I’m not here to become a big time blogger. I am a writer but I am more comfortable with calling myself a blogger who writes.  Maybe someday, I’ll be able to claim the title of writer, but for now I’m comfortable with who I am.  I’m here to sort my words.  To think through my thoughts and to ramble about life.    There’s a subscription box in the sidebar and another one that probably popped up as you read this page.   If this interests you, I’d be grateful if you’d subscribe.

His grace is sufficient,