Hi, I’m Amy.
It is nice to meet you.
Come. Sit down. Let’s talk for a while. I’ll put on some tea or pour a glass of wine. Which do you prefer?
Coffee!? Oh, dear. That’s a problem. I don’t know how to make coffee.
How about I give you Fridge Rights? That’s our way of saying you are family. Here’s my husband’s coffee. I hear it’s the best. He LOVES coffee. Make yourself a cup– or a pot– we’ve got time.
I’m not in a hurry.
Now, tell me about your day, your life, your story. I want to hear it all. You don’t know where to start? That’s ok. I love asking questions. Professional question asker. I wonder if that’s a thing….
I digress. I usually do. Rabbit trails and all the words. That’s me.
Oh, right! You wanted to know about me.
I’m a mom. Except, I worked myself out of a job. My three kids are all grown up and have more or less flown the coup. Even though it doesn’t always feel ok, it is. An empty nest means I did what I set out to do: Develop young adults who love God and others according to their unique bent.
They do that well. I’m a proud momma. Oh! I have a daughter-in-law, too. She fits right in, but I can’t take any credit for her awesomeness. Moms, you do amazing work! Keep it up. It matters.
Let’s see, what else could you possibly want to know?
John and I have been married twenty-five plus years. He loves me so well. I couldn’t be more grateful for him. He leads and loves better and deeper than anyone I know.
Aside from family, my heart rests in words. Written and spoken. Words are my jam. Barnes and Noble is my happy place, but home is my favorite place, especially when I am curled up on the sofa with a book in hand.
My heart rests in words, but it beats for people. Especially those who long for something more.
People whose stories are so heavy they don’t know if they can carry them any longer. People who are stuck trying to unravel their story, to understand it, to find God in the middle of it all.
People who want to change their story and begin living out the dreams buried deep inside their hearts. People who can’t seem to find their way out of the mess and into the glorious life they know is out there. People who need someone to come alongside them, to listen and point the way because she’s been there.
My other passion is missions. Missions is just a fancy way of saying help. Our world is in a hurt for help. It needs water and food and clothing and peace. It needs Jesus. It needs His hands and His feet working full of love and humility to mend wounds and bind broken hearts.
I believe when we connect our story to the world, we find our mission. When we actively fulfill our mission, God’s Kingdom expands. And that’s the point of everything.
So, that’s me. I’m a story listener, a story teller, and a story launcher.
Professionally, I blog, write, speak, and teach others about the intersection of faith, life, missions, and story. I’m glad you are here.
As we journey together, I hope you find the life you dream of living, that you come to peace with your story, and that you learn to share it in your unique way with the world.
Our stories weren’t made for vanity or navel gazing. They were made for telling. So, let’s get to it.
But first, tea. I like mine sweet.
A list of things that make me, Me:
- I love to cook. Hosting dinners and gatherings in my home gives me joy. Yet, my least favorite chore is doing the dishes.
- Musicals capture my imagination almost as much as books. My favorite is Les Misérables– right next to Wicked.
- I love all things personality. My Myers-Briggs is INFJ. We can talk more about that later.
- I grew up in Georgia. It’s why I like my tea sweet, my cobbler peach, and my baseball Braves.
- I didn’t own a passport until 2012. Now I have 8 stamps. I don’t plan on slowing down anytime soon.
- When I was six, I told people I wanted to be Annie when I grew up. Clearly, 11 was old back then.
- Aside from reading and cooking, I love photography.
- I don’t believe in mornings.
- I refuse to go backpacking with my husband because you have to carry your toilet (AKA shovel) on your back. However, I love the mountains and secretly want to hike the Freedom Challenge.
- I believe in hugs. Even if you aren’t a hugger, you need one or two on occasion.
- I have hope. Hope for me. Hope for you. Hope for the world. If you need some, you can borrow mine.
Let’s stay connected!
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Let the redeemed of the LORD tell their story–