Answered by Jill Buteyn
Most days, I feel the weariness seep into my bones halfway through the day. But there is still much to be done. And so I go, go, go. Drive the kids. Clean the house. Cook the meals. (Okay, I’ll be honest, I don’t always cook, but I do try. J) At the end of the day, I’m exhausted. The next day, we get up and do it all over again.
A couple of months ago before Kara’s final book, And It Was Beautfiul, was released, Litfuse Publicity Group announced a blog tour in which bloggers were chosen to write reviews on their blogs of the book. I was blown when I saw the response and the impactful things the reviewers wrote.
I wanted to make sure everyone knew how to access these reviews; I originally thought I would link to each blog individually, but there are so many!
From an article originally posted September 26, 2013…
Over the past two weeks I have been working hard on developing my blog and expanding it to reach a wider audience. Why am I doing it? Why am I sharing my story so vulnerably to the masses?
My first answer would be that’s how I live. I live an open story, I love the story of others. The true story, the story of the heart. Spend a coffee with me, and know my love comes from a place of knowing you in a real meaningful way. I don’t care much about small talk.
But why here, why on a blog?
One day last week, I walked from my office to a restaurant for lunch. Lunch alone, quiet and calm. As I sat in a booth reading, I quickly noticed a young man waiting for his girlfriend. She arrived; they had a somewhat awkward welcome hug and sat down talking. Then two gray-haired women walked in and approached a table that could seat twenty, and it quickly filled with pleasant ladies. I eavesdropped as I ate, listening to their warm and friendly chatter. Then I began to realize that this moment, like so many others, reminded me of what I miss and what have lost—a past and a future.
My very first memory is my sister coming home from the hospital. I was about three and a half years old. I was so curious. I remember it so vividly. I remember thinking she looked weird. All squishy, a strange color, not what I had pictured a baby to look like. She also had a strange thing on her belly button that looked gross in my three-and-a-half-year-old mind. I remember this day so vividly. I have no memories before this day.
