I’m Becky—Rebecca, really, but nobody actually calls me that. Not even when I’m in trouble.
First, and most completely, I’m a follower of Jesus. I wish I were perfect in this walk, but, maybe like some of you, I’m simply doing as best I can, relying on His perfection to fill in the cracks. And there are lots of cracks.
Together with the tall, adorable soldier I married over a decade ago, I have three children: Mak, P, and G, and one miniature dachshund named Izzy. Our life together is located somewhere between Complete Chaos and Slightly Insane. We’re a messy bunch; we do loud and crazy, and we laugh a lot. My beautiful, precious tribe is worth their weight in dark chocolate brownies.
I’m an unapologetic fan of The University of North Carolina Tar Heels (where I earned a degree in elementary education), Peyton Manning, and chocolate chip cookies. Not always in that order, but with equal amounts of love and dedication.
Last, I am a Teller of Stories. My story mostly. I think our stories are important, not only because they shape who we are, but because they can be used to help and encourage others. Stories bring people together. Stories give us a new perspective. It’s my wish that you find that in this little corner.
This blog is meant to be a comfortable place for you. Sort of like wrapping up in your favorite cardigan with a cup of coffee on a misty morning. You’re a friend here, and I’m thankful you took the time to stop by.