My little corner of the Internet began here seven years ago in early April. I was so sick with a new pregnancy that I rested my head on the desk while clicking through to see the magic Melissa Wiley had brought to life in the blog she designed for me. I had doubts. Big doubts. I couldn’t imagine finding something to write several days a week. I couldn’t imagine publishing in a way that made me vulnerable to the vast worldwide web. I couldn’t imagine putting my heart out there. But I also couldn’t imagine writing any other way. I don’t know how to write any other way. Lissa was all encouragement. I gave it a chance.
Seven years later, I’m so grateful. Blogging has taught me lots of things. Many of those lessons, sadly, were very difficult ones. And all too often, I think about clicking it all closed.
More often, though, I’m very grateful for this space. I’m grateful for a medium that allows me to express myself. I’m grateful for a community that reads and encourages and prays and celebrates with me. And I’m very grateful that my memories are all cataloged here. I am able to reminisce. My children are able to see what was and also to hear the intention in my voice. It’s never perfect. And the vision never comes to life (or to the blog) exactly as I saw it, but they will always know where my heart has been. And I’m glad for that gift.
I’m also grateful for the readers who tell me this space blesses them. What a privilege to be able to bless!
Someone asked the other day about bluebell posts from all our early bluebell days. I can’t go back that far. Half our bluebell days—the first half—were before the blog. They are captured in random columns and mixed up snapshots in cardboard boxes in the basement. Bums me out. But the second half of those days? They are here. And we have just had a lovely morning revisiting them. Mary Beth gathered the memories into a bouquet for you.
Happy Friday! Happy Spring! Thanks for hanging out with me all these years. I love you to the moon and back.