being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus
Hi. I’m Christan. I also go by MamaBearPing in blog circles and twitter. And I’m really glad you decided to stop by.
I hope you don’t mind my messiness. I kind of do things halfway.
I don’t mind doing laundry, I just hate putting it away.
I love to write and have some great ideas for stories and novels, but none that are finished.
I love to cook and make some pretty darn good meals, but only half the time. The other half of the time we find ourselves ordering takeout or sitting in the drive thru.
Some days only the downstairs of my home is clean. Other days only the upstairs. And some days it’s all just a mess.
My sink is nice and clean and free of dishes about three days a week.
I start a lot of things I don’t finish.
BUT . . .
I have three fabulous little girls who are 43 months apart in age.
I will lovingly call them:
Firstborn Diva Child,
Drama Queen Middle Child,
and Lil’ Linus.
I’m married to Hubs, who does a pretty good job staying afloat in our estrogen-filled house (because he has an office with a door he can close and a PS3 that gives him a little escapism). He’s incredibly hard-working, incredibly loving, and incredibly everything I need in a mate. And he puts up with my halfwayedness. I’m super thankful that he chose me to be his wife.
Then there’s the dog who I don’t really love, but tolerate. Her name’s Lady. I’m not going to try to protect her identity.
And all five of ’em love me (even the dog, because I don’t sweep the kitchen floor nearly as often as I should, so she eats pretty well).
I used to have this view of who I was supposed to be. Like the woman I am could never achieve being the woman I thought I was supposed to be. That made me lose sight of who I am. I was trying to hard to fit my Type B tendencies into a Type A box. It wasn’t working out too well.
I’m a big mess most days (figuratively and literally), but I’m learning to be okay with that.
Because I also believe that I’m the person God has created me to be. And that he’s still working on me. And that he’ll finish what he’s started.
So even if I only do things halfway, I know that this isn’t the end all of the person I’m going to be, but it’s who I’m supposed to be TODAY.
Maybe you’re like me. Maybe you’re not. But either way, I hope my being comfortable with and honest about all my flaws will make you a little bit more comfortable with all your flaws too.
You’ll find that I’m serious, honest, silly, sure in some things, unsure in others, and as real as I can possibly be.
So come on in. Have a seat on the nearest pile of un-folded, but clean laundry. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee. Let’s talk.
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