still that little missionary kid at heart... i had a very rich childhood, full of amazing and varied experiences in amazing and varied countries. i am the only american citizen in my family, having been born while my parents were on one of their arizona stints. however, i believe i was made in mexico. (wink!) i always say i am 30 percent mexican, 30 percent german, and 40 percent american. i am grateful to be an american. grateful to have taken part in goat raising and chicken beheadings as a young child in the obscure mountain village of santo domingo albarradas. grateful to have sun-stained memories of german summers filled with oma's spaetzle and opa's homegrown raspberries. grateful to have grown tough feet running barefoot in the sonoran desert outside our completely original self-built home, dodging gila monsters and scorpions. that home is forever seared in my memory, as most childhood homes end up being... i am still breathing in the soothing aromas of these beautiful memories as i make ones of my own and watch my children make their own, unique, completely amazing ones as well.
you might call me back woods. i live in one of the most prominent cities in the world, surrounded by millions of houses and stores and people, and yet my heart longs for the farm. i am a homesteader in spirit. most of you will disagree with me on the way i see God's call to married people, but that's ok. feel free to leave a comment anyway. don't be mean though. =) i like a good discussion of ideas and philosophies and realize i am with about 1% or less of Christians who believe the Bible literally when it says that children are a blessing and that it is up to God to give us how many He wants us to have.
it is going to be a crazy journey. you don't know how crazy. but that is the conviction in me and when there is conviction from the Lord, there is no room to disobey. so in faith i believe that He will provide, and He leads us into a good land. this is a piece of that story.
