As a small girl I would place myself in front of a metal dollhouse that stood almost half my height. The kind of old dollhouse you’d have to be careful not to rub your hands against the corners too fast. I would purposefully place the sofa, bed and dishes where they belonged. It was a familiar place, I knew every corner of this house better than the one I lived in. I had a handful of characters that longed for a story to be told of them. Depending on my mood, and on how well I was getting along with my big sister, these players were happy or not. I would move the characters about and get lost in the story.

Add several decades, a wedding, six children, some raw cookie dough and some actual drywall and I’ve found myself living in such a story. The difference is that my God is the author, the one who holds me. I am living out His story with a bunch of characters He has chosen to bless me with. We aren’t made of plastic, and have real hair, real pain, and real laughter.

Through the past 25 years of marriage we have filled the rooms of our house with experiences, memories, children, spilled milk, laughter, dirty laundry, ideas, wisdom and mistakes. This blog will slowly be filled with these items. As you browse through each room I hope you find a place to sit down, and take in the random pieces of life that make up my story this far.

So welcome, take your shoes off and enjoy.

Proverbs 24:3-4
"By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures."