Our family attends a large church, I believe the combined attendance of its six campuses make it one of the largest churches in the Midwest.  It is easy to feel small or lost in the crowd. The church has a saying that they believe “life is better connected.” I struggle with this notion a bit. I know it is true, but my independent streak has a tendency to want to go it alone.

However, I am reminded time and time again that life is better connected. It is the relationships with people that make life a treasure. The friendly, simple interactions with strangers that bring fun and surprise. The deep love for those closest to us that bring meaning.

I felt compelled to start this blog and I couldn’t really explain it. Not sure if anyone would read it, but called on somehow to put it out there. The support that I’ve been blessed to receive has been overwhelming. I figured my mom would read it and support me. Family and friends would possibly check it out. I knew my dearest friend would follow it, but I didn’t know her dad would too. That amazes me. In the short time this blog has existed I’ve had people reach out as I’ve been out and about in our community. Comments on social media and emails thanking me. My heart overflows. Seriously, it blows my mind. I am humbled that people take the time. Somehow, now through words I’ve shared, I feel we are a bit more connected. And while some of that makes me feel vulnerable and a bit freaked out, it also feels good.

I’ve been brought to tears by the things some have shared in return. And that side of myself that wants to figure it all out by myself, is reminded just how foolish that would be. We are meant to connect. There is such a wondrous power in sharing the weakest parts of ourselves. That comes as a real shocker to someone like myself who is pretty comfortable going solo.

My friend and her sweet daughter gave me this mug to celebrate the debut of my blog. I think my friend knew more the significance of this step than I did. Her excitement was so sincere. Her friendship so genuine. What a gift. The saying on the mug reminded me of something I’d heard on the radio years ago while pregnant. I don’t remember the station or the host’s name, but I do remember what she said. She described how she believed one of her biggest responsibilities as a mother was to nurture her child’s God given gifts. Helping her child develop and use those gifts she thought was among the most valuable things she could do.

We attended an art fair over this past weekend, one of my favorite things to do. Not because I purchase a bunch of stuff, but rather that I leave inspired. It fascinates me to see what people can create, what they can imagine, and how they see the world. I’m always energized by it. It seems to me that they have all found a way to use their gift and I feel fortunate they choose to share it.

Many of us spend too much time trying to fit in or be something or someone we aren’t. I’m still not at all sure why I’ve opted to expose myself through words, but I will trust that I’m using my gift. I hope it is for good.

So this post is full of gratitude. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for following along and connecting.

P.S. Since some of you asked, there is now the ability to subscribe to the blog on the home page.