Oh the pressure to write something witty, brilliant, and brief on this blank canvas. Y’all! It would take me hours to come up with something like that. Then, even if I put the hours into it, my words would fail to convey the mess, the beauty, the chaos, the brokenness, the mundane, and the redemption that is my life.
I love Jesus. He not only saved me from the penalty of sin, He saves me from myself time and time again.
I love my man, Stefan (no fancy pronunciation here, folks. Just like Stephanie without the ie). He hates it when I say that. He sometimes flinches when I speak because he “just never knows” what’s going to come out of my mouth. I like to keep him guessing. It adds to the mystery and allure of marriage. We met at church camp when we were 13…but experienced one of the most broken and redemptive journeys to marriage.
I have 4 kids (boy, girl, boy, boy). They all have names that start with “K” because we like to confuse ourselves. When I was 18, I wasn’t sure I wanted any kids. You can hear God laughing, too, right? I had an unplanned pregnancy as an unmarried, 19 year old. I married the father (not Stefan), divorced a year later, and ended up on welfare at the ripe old age of 21. *note the previous paragraph regarding the broken and redemptive journey to marriage.
I love stories. I love how God weaves our stories into His Story. His creativity, redemption, and love never cease to amaze me. Because of my love of stories, I love words. I do not discriminate. That’s not true. There are a few words, I’d like to make extinct. I believe there is power in words. We can speak life or death with them (Proverbs 18:21). I crave authenticity and am drawn to vulnerability. I like to keep it real. I won’t pretend to be something I’m not, I’d love for you to have the freedom to be real with me, too. I’m socially awkward if I have to talk about something superficial. Really, I am. It’s uncomfortable for everyone. Like the time I was interviewed by the news and said something about “jigglin’ it in da club.” I cannot make this up. A last little note about me, friends and family have described me in many ways, but what you will never hear from any of their mouths is, “that Vanessa, she eats like a bird.”