As I step into this new adventure of blogging and processing life through written word, I've been deeply moved and encouraged that my Mother's Day post (April Showers Bring . . .) resonated with so many of you. I have read your comments and am carrying you all close to my heart in prayer. Prior to publishing that post, I hesitated, allowing insecurity and self-doubt to creep in. "Will anyone even want to read this little post?" I wondered. So, please hear me say a BIG THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart to all of you who read, commented, and/or shared.
Upon returning to the "blogosphere," I thought it appropriate to give this blog a new name, and I wanted to share with you all the meaning behind the name. I don't know about you, but for me, naming something is a real struggle. I feel the heaviness of bestowing an identity on something or someone before really knowing what or who they will become. As long as you pinky promise to withhold all judgement, I will confess to you that our third child remained nameless for nearly one week. I just wanted her name to be perfect, and it took my husband and I forever to choose. And so, when it came time to consider a name for this blog, I panicked. "Should the name be funny or cute? Maybe I need to go the intellectual route." In the end, I gave this blog a name for what I want it to be about.
No. This is not a weight-loss blog. While I may contend that my post-birthing-three-baby-body could use a little help along its path toward thin, the good Lord knows I'm doing everything I can to just keep clean laundry in our drawers at this point. Can I get an amen? However my trousers may fit, I am endeavoring to find thin in other areas of my life.
What do I mean by that? My husband, Tanner, and I spent three years living abroad (2009-2012) as students at a small bible college in Belfast, Northern Ireland. It didn't take us long to fall in love with Ireland - the place, the people, the culture, and the rich history. The title of this blog is inspired by a prayer said over our
daughter on our final Sunday in Belfast. Friends, many of whom had become like family, gathered and prayed that our Eiley would forever be marked by her time in Ireland, that she would be a woman of the “thin places." Celtic Saints of old often wrote about thin places - these moments in time and locations wherein earth and eternity seemed to collide. "Heaven and earth," as the Celtic saying goes, "are only three feet apart, but in thin places that distance is even shorter." I believe that these moments are happening in our daily lives; in the obvious, and the subtle; in the triumphs, and the crash landings. It is our joy, in the truest sense, to work alongside the Holy Spirit to foster within ourselves a greater awareness of these moments. It often feels that the greatest blockade in keeping me doing so is the sheer busyness of life.
And so, for me and for you, I hope that this little "blogspot" is an intentional space. It has purpose - I hope to use this platform as a way of identifying, celebrating, and reflecting upon "thin moments" in my own life, and in doing so, encourage you to do the same.
So, here's to finding thin together.