How did I get this way?
I ask myself, what are you passionate about? What am I a fan of? A particular team? A type of car? A brand of clothes? A certain store? The answer is none of these things really matter to me. I’m not sporting a team logo on my car, or a label on my pocket. I can’t tell you a show on TV that can keep me inside to watch it if I want to be outside with the boys.

There are a few things I’ve come to appreciate over the years… Shoes that don’t make my legs hurt, hair stuff that keeps it from its natural frizzy condition, good quality toilet paper, and lipstick that stays on. I want a car that runs, carries lots of people, and has A/C, I don’t care what color it is or what make and model it is.
I do love my phone, but I’ve ALWAYS had an addiction to a phone, since it was tethered to a wall with a 20 foot spiral cord. All in all I could take or leave most things. I wish I would keep my house more…picked up, but I really love kid running in and out feeling free and safe in our home. Ok.. I love it till I get tired, then this Momma brings the smack down, just trying to keep it honest!
So I dig deeper. I feel passionate about my kids and their future, not academic so much as their happiness and identity in God. I love, LOVE, love my friends! I love all they contribute to my life and I love contributing to their lives. I love my church. After being in such a great “community of believers” in Myrtle Beach I was almost afraid I would never experience that again…. I feel that now with my church and small group at The Ridge. I care about what God thinks about me, I hate when I feel I have disappointed him!!! I love telling how God has moved in my life. I sometimes wish I didn’t h e so much material to work with, but who’s keeping track? Right?!?
I like it when my friends get excited (not obsessed) over “their team”, but that’s because I love them. I love it when they can show off their new ride and to see the excitement in their faces when they get something they have been wanting.
I’m also thankful stuff really doesn’t matter that much to me. People do.
I wonder what makes me that way?!