Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently he starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of--throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

About Us

Jackie- Who do I think I am? I am a daughter of God, wife to an amazing warrior poet, mother to four incredible sons and three delightful daughters. I am a woman who loves. The Lord. My ancestors, especially the colorful ones, they remind me to hope and never give up. To snuggle. To dance. To write. To read. To laugh. To sing (off key). To play in the dirt with seeds and flowers. To watch my chickens. To hike. To run.  Bluegrass music. My grandma's southern accent and her southern cooking. My babies, all seven of them. My husband, amazing man that he is. To curl up with a Greek lexicon on a rainy day. A great movie. Chocolate.

I am a woman who strives to follow rebellious streak gets a mite smaller every day...well, most days :) I have accepted the challenge to

FrankieI am me. I am a woman, girl, daughter, sister, mother, wife. I am a student and a teacher. I am a chauffeur, cook, nurse, maid, manager, bookkeeper. I am a singer, dancer, actress, pianist. I am a researcher, gardener, blogger, activist. I am a church member, co-op member, commonwealth member, board member. I am a neighbor and friend. I am a homeschooler, dog owner, cat owner, and former hedgehog and cockatiel owner. A dreamer, realist, pessimist, optimist. I am not a housekeeper, athlete, seamstress, artist. Nor am I patient or organized. I am not an expert.

I am a woman who refuses to make her bed. I am a girl who dreams big. I am a daughter who marches to a different beat. I am a sister who rarely sees or chats with her siblings. I am a mother who keeps looking for the four owner's manuals she was promised. I am a wife who adores her husband - even though he snores.

But is this who I am? Am I defined by these labels and occupations? I know what I want to be - a Disciple of Christ, and I know that I am not there . . . yet. Am I Mary or Martha? I would like to be like Martha, but I tend to be Mary, instead. I am always busy - doing, thinking - too busy to do the things I should be doing. Quite often I am busy at just being lazy. I KNOW what I should be doing, but getting myself to do it is another matter.

Now, if I haven't lost you already, please join me on my discovery to who I am through all my projects and experiments, trials and errors. And maybe we can both find out who we are.