About Christie

What about me? Ugh! Don’t ya just loathe this part? How do you cram who you are into a few chunks of paragraphs? I like doing that about as much as I liked saying cheese in the bobble-head photo hovering above. But just like the pic and the blog, I’m a work in progress. A real WIP.

I’m a mama. A lot of a days I’m a mess of a mama. I’m a daughter. Kind of messy there too. But I have a Heavenly Father who thinks that I’m to die for. I’m a wife. Married to my best-friend and my 6th grade crush. I saved him for last, though most days he puts me first. I’m one blessed mess.

I like to write. Why do I write? Kind of hard to say, but I’ll go straight from the hard part and hit straight to the heart part. It’s about that daughter part. What this daughter misses most about her mama are the encouraging words. So I’m just here leaving a legacy of love and words to mine. For them, for me, and for anyone else who could use the same. Sitting at the well. As I simply write out life and fight out fears in the light of His Word.

I love to laugh. And you know you’re funny when I cackle like a hen and snort like a pig all at once. Yep, I’m that girl. (I can hear my life-long friend right now saying, “Did you just snort? I mean, it’s OK if you did. We can still be friends.”) Sure did. I’ll own it. Sometimes I laugh when I shouldn’t and I don’t cry when I should.

I want to fulfill my purpose. As soon as I find it. I have yet to find a household purpose for my communications and law degree, and they sure give me no clout amidst toddlers and tantrums. So I have a couple of degrees and a degree of profession. What was I looking for again? Oh yeah, still looking for my purpose. Beneath the clutter, the chaos, and wherever I last left my keys, I’m gonna find it (note to self, check by my bed-side pile of books). There it is. On top of the stack. My bible. My purpose. It once was lost and now it’s found. Kind of like me.

But I hesitate to lead. Though I do it anyway. It gets easier when you learn that it’s not about leading. It’s about letting God lead you. So my husband and I get the privilege of serving in Marrieds Leadership in our church. And each week I get the absolute pleasure of leading a circle of women closer to the Well, all thirsty for Him.

I savor slurping on a good cup of coffee. It’s South Louisiana here, so no further comment needed.

To sum it up, I’m a writing, laughing, purpose-seeking, fear-fighting, mess-making mama–filled up to overflowing. And really, I just want to be a love letter for Him. Writing His love with these meager hands. Filled up by Him, and then poured out for Him when my final day is done.

“You show that you are a letter from Christ…written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Cor. 3:3

But enough about me. Now it’s your turn. By the way, can we be friends? Check yes or no while I go grab a re-fill.

coffee cup

4 thoughts on “About Christie

  1. Ah … Christie. I just love you, even if you are a big ole mess! I miss you too. I don’t know why you have to live soooo far away. Wish you were close enough to just run go grab a cup of coffee together.

    • I’m putting on my future wish list: Go have coffee with Paige! Ready to be fully caffeinated and all caught up! I CANNOT believe that in a few days it’ll be 2 years since our divine writing encounter. : )

  2. Christie, my sweet friend, I’m blessed every time I read your blog. You are diligent to point others to Christ. It’s why I wanted to nominate you for the Most Influential Blogger award. Whether or not you choose to accept, it’s my way of thanking you for influencing others with the Good News. (You can find out more about accepting the award here: http://wp.me/p3CFNO-dl) Blessings! Paige

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