Who I Am
I am a writer.
(even when I’m writing badly or not at all)
I am a mama.
(I mess up, I make amends, I love unconditionally, I dish up grace)
I am a wife.
(a helper, encourager, voice of truth, partner, dreamer)
I am a daughter of the One True King.
(redeemed, empowered, designed for good works, created to create)
I am a New Englander.
(born and raised, lover of seafood and the smell of the ocean)
I am a North Carolina transplant.
(living in the mountains, putting down roots)
I breathe to the rhythms of tides.
(it soothes my soul and whispers to my dreams)
I move to the bustle of city streets.
(I feed off its energy and feel its beats in my heart)
I make rules; I bend rules; I break rules.
I mend hearts and make amends.
(mine, my girls, my husband’s, perfect strangers)
I run late.
(with missed steps and ticking minutes)
I miss the mark.
(I come close, I shoot wide, I refuse to quit)
I fall; sometimes too hard; sometimes too short.
(even so, I get up again and again…and again)
I get up late.
(because I am tired, I feel lazy, I want a break, I need to pray)
I get up early.
(because I am rested, I feel eager, I want my coffee, I need to pray)
I take time; I find time; I make time;
(time for me, time with God, time to pray, time to write, time to be)
I steal moments and steel my soul.
I square my shoulders and face down fears.
(I will not be afraid because God says, fear not)
I create memories and space and stories and beauty.
(I was made for such a time as this by my Creator)
I marvel at who I am created to be.
(a writer, a mama, a wife, a child of God, a friend, me)
This is me.
Tell me.
Who are you?
