Why I'm A Creepo (and a little about this blog)

So my mom tells me that when I was little, I would sit up tall and straight in my stroller and just stare at people. Yeah, kinda creepy. I know.

Every so often, she said I would point at someone and ask her, “Mommy, does he know God?”

I guess I haven’t grown up much.

Because I’m still pretty good at sitting up tall and straight, thanks to all those piano lessons.

I still love to watch people. (Wow. I’m creeping you out even more. Please don’t give up on me just yet.)

What I mean is, I love to be around people, listen to their stories, occasionally yell at them in 5pm traffic, even make up hypothetical scenarios about the ones I don’t know running through the airport terminal.

And I still ask the same question, but not as much to others, as I do to myself:

“Do I know God? Like really know Him?”

I guess that’s why I have this blog.

I want to write about my journey to get to know God more and more.

And I want to hear about your God journey too.

Let’s ask questions, admit doubts, tell funny jokes and vent about bad days.

And then, after all of that, I want to remember what I believe this crazy life and even this silly little blog should be all about:

“And this is the real and eternal life:
 that they know you, the one and only true God,
 and Jesus Christ, whom you sent” (John 17:3, The Message).

Speaking of knowing (smooth transition, huh? J), since this blog is new and we are just getting to know each other, here is a little more about me.

My "always-have-time-for":

My husband (cliché), peanut butter (crunchy), playing Catch Phrase, texting with my two sisters, sitting at Starbucks with dad and in the kitchen with mom, sour candy, Teva sandals, old hymns, eating breakfast, clean sheets and NBA basketball.

My "aint-nobody-got-time-for-that":

Driving (I struggle with road rage in a bad way), crowded malls, jars that I can’t open, stubbing my toe, flossing, shaving (just hygiene in general), delayed flights, mosquitos, room-temperature coffee, diet sodas (give me the read deal), the pink eye.

What about you? Tell me some of your "time-for's" and "nobody-got-time-for's".

As I read your posts, I’m just going to pretend we are sitting together on my back porch, sipping on some cider gettin’ to know each other.

And since I believe we are each image bearers of God, my prayer is that as we learn about one another, we will learn more about God too.

That’s, at the end of the day, what matters.

That’s, I believe, where we find real life.