Just Amy

I write. I have an English degree. I love words. I love the deep, specific meaning of words. I’m a twice published poet. I journal. I doodle. And I do my best, most real expressing through the written word.

I struggle. I struggle in most aspects of my life in one way or another, in one level or another, in one season or another. I don’t like talking about my struggles. I’m guarded. I will usually let you in so far, then extend my arm with my hand up and say, “Close enough.” I’ve been wounded by people. I’ve made huge mistakes. I’ve been vulnerable and burned. And the fallout of those things means, I doubt, I question, I struggle.

But you do too, don’t you? Nothing I wrote about my struggles is foreign or unfamiliar to you, is it? We all have struggles, just different situations, circumstances and probably varying degrees. And our human nature keeps us from wanting or even being willing to share those struggles, big or small, for fear of rejection, fear of being hurt again, fear of being labeled or simply an unwillingness to reveal our weaknesses.

I believe in my heart that God has asked me to write. Books more specifically. All kinds. But because I’ve battled this calling for years, I figured this might be a good place to begin. Get my words going again. Get my words out there. Begin to be vulnerable in this area.

Why do I think God is asking me to write? Because I’ve failed, miserably at times. Because I am living proof that GRACE exists. Because I have stories to tell of how God has intervened and times when He hasn’t. And I think sometimes we humans need to hear “me too” and “same” so we know we aren’t alone.

But it won’t be a blog about how to do it right. It will simply be my thoughts, what pushes me to go on. Things that encourage me. Things that speak to me. People who make all the difference. And maybe some venting. Maybe some parenting or marriage successes and fails. Maybe some questions that were answered … and some that go endlessly unanswered. Maybe I’ll share so I can process my experiences or simply document them. And hopefully occasionally, the words will encourage someone along the way.

But today, I write out of obedience. He asked me to write. So I am. And we’ll see where He takes me.