I’m a mother of two elementary schoolers (my children are the excitable ages of nearly 10 and definetly 8),  I am married to the love of my life, and I love Jesus.  I stitch, I garden, I font, I geek on the computer, and I wonder internally about many things.  This blog is a place where I will attempt to document my story and my journey of life and faith.  I am the farthest from perfect there is, and all that I post here is merely a glimpse into my heart, as I am in process of discovering who I was created to be.

So… why the name Vegetables with Love you wonder?  It’s pulled from Proverbs 15:17…

Better a small serving of vegetables with love than
a fattened calf with hatred.

This verse above is just a reminder to myself that the smallest gifts given in love are what God can and will use to give gifts of great significance to hearts.

Please let me ramble here.  This is where I will work out some of what goes on inside of me.  This is where I can voice what I just can’t voice.  I can’t stress enough that I am unfinished still, I am rough around the edges, and I’m not cooked properly on the inside.  Anything in my archives are just glimpses of places I’ve been on the inside, please please see them as places I may not be now.  Every day is a new puzzle, a new map, and a new me.  I’m not who I was, and tomorrow I won’t be who I am now.  From one minute to the next I am recreating what I am, as I redefine who I want to be.  The definition of who the she is that I want to be is abstract and continues to change as I look into her eyes.

This place serves as snapshots, and you know how when you look back on some you think “why did I think my hair looked good like that?”  Well, this is a place where I honor where I have been, but I may not be there now…. I may be in a new place, and hopefully with new hair.   Keep in your mind as you visit here that parts of me are messy and still gooey, while other parts of me like to pretend that I have everything in order.  I don’t, and I know I don’t.  But here… here in this online journal… I will write out of the parts of me… maybe here I will discover more of me than I knew I wanted to know, yet needed to still.

Journey along with me here if you dare… you don’t have to be like-minded, but truly, being like-hearted helps… and in the end, I think we are all like-hearted… even if we don’t see eye to eye. 

We all need listening, understanding even if what is said can’t be understood, and we all need a place that is safe where a freedom floats to the surface that screams in a messy symphony “just be you…”