Julie – I hate trying to come up with something to write about myself. I guess, though, if we’re serious about this, even a little bit, (we are), then you need to know who we are. I was born, raised and still live in a rural community in southern Illinois. I’ve always thought it would be a great adventure to just be able to pick up and move to another location somewhere here in the States, but here’s where my roots are and here is where my roots seem to flourish.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes, spent a lot of money I didn’t have, gained weight I shouldn’t have and not loved when love needed to be shown. In spite of all my mistakes, I’ve learned, and am still learning, that God’s grace is sufficient for me.
The theme for this blog is the story of Jacob and Esau and how Esau was more than willing to trade his birthright, his future in essence, for a bowl of soup. At first I took it quite literally about our culture’s obsession with food, but then I realized that it wasn’t just about food. It’s about every little compromise that we make that trades our eternal birthright and blessings for something completely temporary.
I hope through here I become more and more aware of these compromises and bring them to light so we can all learn together and grow in God’s love.
Dena – I’m from that same Southern Illinois town-in-the-middle-of-a-cornfield. My heart is here, but I’ve left pieces of it scattered far and wide: along the post-Katrina Mississippi Gulf Coast, on mountain paths in Glacier National Park, deep in the heart of Texas, blowing across the prairies of Montana, among the rolling hills of Western Kentucky…and anywhere I’ve encountered a friend whose heart recognized mine as a kindred.
I wander a lot, but I always come back home–to family and to the “more-than-just-friends” community I call my “framily”…people who know me (and my failures and my penchant for sometimes wandering in poorly chosen directions) and love me (despite those failures and wanderings).
I love Jesus. I do not love the current governmental systems of this world. I believe Jesus brought (and bought with his life) a better way. I cause waves sometimes when I speak my mind. I usually do it anyway. I love words and grammar and “geeky” stuff. And sometimes God allows me the privilege of being the conduit through which He pours some really good stuff (grammatically correct, of course!) He points to the mundane and whispers “Look…and listen”.
I never want to miss hearing that voice.