Peek through the Fence

I live in my kitchen and dining room.

I home school 4 of my boys at my kitchen table, often in jammies.

I cook and clean and even iron all my husbands clothes for work.

I am and have always been the girl with 1-3 friends, never the socialite.

My life is neat and tidy.

I live a life that is hedged in with the Lord Himself watching over me.

I am protected.

Safe.

Those who know me well know I think in pictures.

I am breaking out of my neat life by diving into this adventure of writing.

I am peeking out from the fence that protects me and hoping that as I do the world welcomes me.

I love the fence. Don't get me wrong. I have no intention of cutting it down, or to even leave its boundary.

I am simply poking through... looking around...

Do you see me?

We all have fences that surround us.

Our family, our job, our ministry.

The fence defines our life:

Who we are, who our lives touch.

My fence keeps me focused on my Lord, my husband, and my children.

The breaks in the boards remind me that there is a world beyond my borders.

I can see it clearly if I look closely.

The gate is there to remind me that people will come and go.

A "stranger" will knock, a friend will simply enter.

So here I am today...

poking through.

The majority of my life is behind the boards... loving and serving my family.

I am blessed and content.

I am growing where I am planted and my life flourishes.

What pokes out is an extension of my heart alone.