Change happens, sometimes it is great, sometimes it is trying, but ultimately it happens. We change as we grow and mature. As is with this little space of mine… it sometimes changes too.
I started blogging a LONG time ago on another platform, so long ago that the platform I used does not exist anymore. The sole purpose of my space was to daily journalize my family and our life. I saw it as a great way to talk about our faith if anyone happened to read it, and if not, it was still an encouragement to me, and it would be there for my kids one day to read. I included different things, recipes that we liked, crafts that I made, family outings, or homeschool events that we experienced.
I thoroughly enjoy blogging. It is yet another creative outlet for me. Sometimes when talking my tongue trips over my teeth and it doesn’t come out just right, and that can happen when typing too. haha. But I seem to be able to get more of my thoughts down when I write them, or type them.
Some have asked what happened to the blog over Christmas? Why the change of name, etc???
I’ve told you before that as of right now, the Lord is not leading us to a full-scale farm life. We have many duties and opportunities of service within our church, etc. and it takes up a great deal of our time. We still keep chickens and hopefully will have a few more come spring. We still garden and I still cook a lot of homemade, from scratch meals. We still use herbs and homemade ointments. It’s still us… still me. I just wanted to change back to what I began with… life. Me and my bunch. What my soul purpose is…. living joyfully. Living with a thrill to leave that legacy to my family. Joyfully living for Jesus. That’s my goal.
This blog will most likely not become a hot spot. I highly doubt that crowds of people will yearn to see what I’ve posted today, but if anything blesses your heart then I will be tickled. If anyone is encouraged in their walk with the Lord, then give Him the praise.
Hopefully that will clear up any questions that some of you might have. It’s still me… just more of what is dearest to me, again.