A Journey

My husband has been urging be to begin a blog for some time now. I thought it wasn't necessary because I would simply be a tiny whisper in the blogosphere: there are far more creative, talented, and knowledgeable people out there who are already blogging. Who have already acquired a measure of fame in their readership. Who have already written books. Who have already been eating healthfully, homeschooling, and birthing children before I graduated from high school. But here it is...my whisper adding to the roar that "already" exists.

What prompted me to finally break down and add my two cents to the roar? Well, I read quite a few blogs myself, and I am always so impressed by how those ladies appear to have everything figured out. They all protest it--they show pictures of their messy closets and the sinks full of dishes; they share stories of sneaking chocolate behind the backs of their kids; they admit they aren't always dressed and ready to go at 6:00 a.m. in the morning--but no matter what, it is easy to get the impression that a blogging lady has it all together. Surely, if she is sharing her latest culinary creation or the newest and best homeschooling invention, she must know what she is doing. I find myself comparing my life to the lives of these (largely invisible) women online. We may choose to write about what we want to write about, and few of us want to share the wrinkles and tear stains and sticky floors of everyday life. So I want to share my journey with you. I want to share the successes and the failures. I want to provide an outlet and a resource for other women on the journey. Women who are making choices to eat better and keep their children at home. Women who must make choices about whether to buy the conventionally grown strawberries on sale or the weedy-looking organic ones for 3 times as much. Women whose neighbors look at them strangely for deciding to keep her children home with her and educate them in the best way she knows how.

I guess by blogging, I am looking for other women who aren't afraid to be labeled weird. The world may think us crazy, but who wants to be like the world anyway?

“But ye are a chosen generation,a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should show forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light ” (1 Peter 2:9)