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A new world opened up to me when I began blogging back in 2004.  I suddenly had a simple to use forum to share my thoughts, beliefs, struggles, and victories with friends and family that lived all over the world.  It was like writing an open letter and people who were interested could stop by and read it whenever it was convenient for them and their schedule.  It opened communication lines with friends who were hard to connect with by phone because of different time zones, children’s bedtimes, and busy family calendars.  Blogging has literally changed my life.  So when my friend Bill emailed to challenge me to share 5 ways blogging has affected my life, I was glad to process that journey.  Here’s what I’ve come up with.

1.       I love to write.  I have always felt that I had a lot to say along with a deep desire to be heard.  By entering into the blogging world, I have achieved both.  Blogging has given me an outlet for processing my thoughts and sharing what God is doing in my life.  I don’t have enough time to call or write to everyone I love so we can think through things together AND keep up with my responsibilities and activities in life.  By having the freedom to drop by my favorite blogs when it’s convenient for me and by writing regular posts of my own, I’ve been able to be a part of the bigger conversation of faith and life around me.  Blogging is a great communication tool.

2.       Blogging has challenged me to be real.  It is so easy to become whoever you want to be on the web.  One can choose to hide behind anonymity or create a persona that is only a faint image of who you really are.  I chose to be me.  That created a frenzy of emails from concerned friends and family who told me I shouldn’t use my last name, or use my family member’s real names, or tell people what city I live in, or…you name it.  There was a concern that I shared too much information.  I understand the safety concerns of the web and I didn’t go into this blindly, still I am deliberate in what I share.  I want to be found and easily traceable.  Though I have been careful to protect identities of others when I needed to be, I made blogging into an exercise of being real in my own life, sharing hard struggles my family has been through, and describing the ways God was changing me and challenging my long held beliefs in many areas.  I am determined to be bold and share freely the good and the bad.  The good in the hopes of blessing someone else, and the bad hoping someone would bless me.  As a result of these choices, blogging has given me courage and made me a stronger, more confident person.  I have become more accepting and loving of the real me, which in turn helps me better accept and love others.

3.       Through blogging, I have made some wonderful friends.  It’s an amazing experience to meet someone I’ve connected with online and realize that friendships don’t have to be bound by internet access.  There are people in my blog roll that I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting face to face yet, but we love each other and encourage each other as we can.  My blogging friends have been there for me in times of crisis, praying for me and sending me notes to remind me that I am loved.  They’ve also been able to ask me for prayers when they need it.  It is a great community.  Blogging has connected me with other moms, artists, preachers, teens that have been in our youth groups – and their parents, old high school and college friends, people I go to church with, people on other continents, and more.  Blogging has shown me what a small world we live in and that we are all connected.

4.       Blogging has been an exercise in forgiveness.  I have met some not-so-nice people in the blogosphere.  People who aren’t interested in dialog and good conversation, but instead want to fight, divide, and condemn.  It’s easier to avoid those people while blogging by just deleting their comments, but I have found that opposition can be a good thing if channeled into something productive like making me take a second look at why I think or believe a certain way.  Depending on my state of mind, opposition has both upset me and spurred me on to deeper study and development of my beliefs.  I have learned how to forgive both myself and others more easily because of the blogging experience. Blogging has helped me grow as a person.

5.       There are million reasons that people blog, and my friends are spread across that spectrum.  There is a blog for any need I have.  I have gained so much knowledge and understanding by visiting some of the “meatier” blogs of my friends.  There are blogs I visit if I need a good laugh, or inspiration, or a new recipe to try.  There are blogs where deep theological discussions take place and blogs where the author just wants to encourage and uplift others.  This can also pose a problem and it’s one that I have learned from the hard way.  Blogs can take the place of real life interaction with people if I let them.  On the web, it’s easier to leave when someone offends me or makes me mad.  In real life, I have to stay and work things out.  I guess this ties into #2 on my list.  Blogging challenges me to be me wherever I am, whoever I am with, and to value relationships whether they are face to face or not.  There are some needs that aren’t supposed to be met long distance.  Blogging has given me an appreciation for relationships whether face to face or online, and it has made me a better person as I’ve traversed this path that is MY Journey.

I’ve had a hard year.  It’s no big secret.  I have needed my girlfriends like never before and I have repeatedly told you all about the wonderful women in my life here in Denver. Time spent with them is healing, fun, relaxing, adventurous, and I could fill this whole post with adjectives to describe it, so I’ll stop.

Last Friday night, my Captivating friends (Wendy, Paula, Abi, and Kristi) and I, along with Kristi’s hubby Calvin, and our friend Nancy, dressed up and went to the theater for the evening.  It’s been 16 years since I first saw the play, but Les Mis was incredible!  In an email to Paula the next day, I wrote:

“Last night was amazing and I’m still processing it.  My heart was happy being with my friends I love so much.  As for Les Mis, I saw some things in it this time that only a step up in maturity allowed me to see.  I’ve known the story and sang the songs since I was 16.  Seeing it at 20 was really amazing and beautiful, but at 36, my experiences were VERY different.  Because of the emotion I’ve been dealing with over the last two weeks, I couldn’t fully let myself go last night and I stuffed A LOT of emotions that this show normally calls forth.  I couldn’t let the tears come like they wanted to.  My heart felt like it would burst through my chest, but the tears remained inside like I had swallowed them and their journey was just too far.  It was a surreal experience for me, who doesn’t like to hold anything back and wants to be real ALL the time, pretty or not.  It was good.  I am grateful for the experience.  I’m a little overwhelmed.  I remain in love with this story.  I’m feeling a little, “On my own” myself.  So much beauty and so much pain.  What a mixture.  “God on high, hear my prayer…”  mmmmmm   Goosebumps.  Glad I was sitting next to you. 🙂 ”

While I thoroughly enjoyed last Friday, tonight will be a very different story.  I’ll be laughing…hard.  I’m going to see Girls Only: The Secret Comedy of Women at the Denver Performing Arts Center.  (Click on the title to watch the youtube video clip of the show.)  I will be meeting Wendy, Kristi and her sister, and Karen, to enjoy a girls night out.  Here’s what the website says:

GIRLS ONLY is an original comedy that celebrates the honor, truth, humor and silliness of being female. With a two-woman cast and audiences full of raucous, laughing ladies, the show has found quick popularity in its unique examination of all things girly.

Borne out of the earnest and sweetly ridiculous writings the two authors discovered in their girlhood diaries, the GIRLS ONLY mix of sketch comedy, improvisation, audience participation, and hilarious songs and videos will remind you that underneath, women all have very funny and very charming feminine similarities.

We encourage women to come and bring their mothers, daughters, sisters and girlfriends. We promise you’ll leave laughing, ready to dig out your old diary.

Next Friday night’s drama and silliness is a story for my next post!  Stay tuned…

My brother got married up at the Mt. Princeton chalet yesterday.  It was a beatiful day!  We had our own version of a traditional Highland wedding.  The guys were all in kilts, Benny performed the ceremony, our friend Sean played his bagpipes, we wore our clan colors, and all of this happened with the peaks as our backdrop.  It was simple and amazing.  What a day!  I’m so happy for Lennie and Diane!  (Sorry, no time to post pictures right now.)

Today we’re off to Estes Park for the Scottish/Irish Highland Festival.  You can check it out at http://scotfest.com/

I was born into the Robertson Clan, but married into the Gunn Clan, thus I will be in the Gunn tartan.  We’re hoping that Benny will compete in the Highland games (caber toss) next year.  Boy does that man look good in a kilt! 🙂

Touches of Beauty

I went to blog the other day and realized that I had forgotten to re-upgrade my custom CSS (it expires after a year) and all of my pretty custom work that Heather did was gone.  So I decided to upgrade and start over again.   I chose a new theme and set about creating a work of art for myself.  Remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 🙂  It’s fun to reinvent your space as you’re reinventing yourself.  This is a regular occurrence for me.

Hanging directly above my desk is my “inspiration board” where I post encouraging words from friends, pictures of things that make me smile, quotes that remind me who I am, and goals that I think are worthy pursuits.  When I step into my office, my eyes travel there first.  As I was adding to it today, I stopped to read each piece of paper and look at each picture.  These reminders are treasures to me.  They are gifts I give to myself on this journey of becoming.  They are small tokens of beauty that I get to experience each day.  Do you have an inspiration board?  Or something else to remind you that you are loved and that you have a purpose?  What are some of the touches of beauty in your life?

My heart began to pound as I pulled my hand away from his head.  I had assumed I was wiping sweat from his hot little head while I tried to calm his sobbing down.  But when I looked at my hand, it was covered with his blood.  In about .2 seconds I went from comforting mom to drill sergeant, barking orders at Max to run ahead and get me a clean washcloth and Zoe to get out of my way as I hurried Pete home to get a better look at the wound.  It was already dark out and the neighbor we were talking to over the chain link fence doesn’t have electricity.

I was in mid-sentence when I heard Pete scream and the little neighbor girl say, “I’m sorry Petey” in a trembling voice.  She had been swinging a dog chain around and caught the side of his head with the collar latch.  I thought he’d have a bruise and maybe a big bump, so I was unprepared for the blood that was gushing down the side of his head all over his shirt, my hand barely slowing the bleeding.  As we rushed home, Zoe kept getting in front of me begging, “I want to see it!  Let me see it!” until I finally yelled at her to shut up and stay out of the way.  (Harsh, I know, but I tripped over her twice and she was so loud that she wasn’t hearing me tell her we needed to move quickly.)  There was so much blood that I couldn’t tell where he was cut, so I stripped his clothes off as fast as I could and put him in the bathtub to run water over him and clean the area.  He screamed because it was too cold, then screamed louder when he saw the water turn red.  He cried and tried to get away from me and got that panicky look in his eyes when I forced him to sit still so I could see his head better.  He cried, “I don’t want to die!”  My heart caught in my throat as I told him he was fine but he needed to sit still for a minute.  Zoe watched our struggle and heard what Pete had yelled and ran crying to her room, worried her brother was going to die.  Then my cell phone began to ring in my pocket and it was Benny’s ringtone.  Max said, “Answer it Mommy!  It’s Popa!”  I yelled, “I can’t Max, I have blood all over my hands.  Answer it and tell him I’ll call him right back!”  Meanwhile Pete was still wailing in the tub while Zoe was freaking out in her room.  AAAAAGGGHHH  Calgon, Take me away!

When I finally got Pete to calm down and the bleeding to stop, I pulled the wash cloth away to see a VERY small cut.  I’m talking 1/2 centimeter at the most.  Wow.  4 year olds bleed a lot! I cleaned him up and we cuddled, so don’t worry…all is well now.  I called Benny back (he laughed at what Pete had said), the kids have had a snack, we read a chapter out of the library book we got today, everyone is tucked in, and we’re all breathing normally again.

Several years ago, Benny bought me a plaque that reads, “Motherhood..it’s not a just a job…it’s an adventure.”  NO KIDDING!!!  Now someone please run a bubble bath for me, and pass me a little blue drink – something coco-nutty – with a mini umbrella in it. 🙂