My 100th Post And An Announcement...Maybe

How is it possible that this is my 100th post? It seems completely insane.

I started this blog on July 19, 2011...just over two years and three months ago. In that time, I've shared SO much of my life with whomever decided to take a glance. Too much? Maybe, but I don't think so.

As I write this, I'm at almost 9,000 page views. At some point, almost 9,000 times different people have taken a peak at different parts of my life. This seems odd, but at the same time, there are blogs that have WAY over 9,000 readers daily...my little blog is just a drop in the bucket...a faint whisper in the cacophony of the blogging world.

I took a little while this morning to look back at my blogs and reflect. In some ways, my life is vastly different, in others quite the same, and good chunk lies somewhere between the two extremes.

What have I shared over the past 2 1/4 years?

The guilt-ridden woes of a tired mommy pushed to the brink...

Tough decisions I've had to make...

Where I'm from...

Where I'm going...

Conviction...

Announcements...

And ever so much more.  I told myself I wouldn't cry while writing this, and apparently, I lied to myself. I just can't help it. This is not the greatest blog I've ever read, by far, but there's a lot of my heart in it.

And now, as I'm posting my 100th blog, I'm considering moving on. Alissa's Life Under Construction has meant a lot to me, but it may be time to change.

I will continue blogging, of course, but I'm considering something...different.

More to come as details emerge.

For now, thank you all for every time you set eyes on this blog. Thank you for sharing my ups and downs and accompanying me on this journey through spiritual growth.

Where are you from? {A Writing Exercise with BPB}

I am from Texas sunsets, Florida lightning storms, and Virginia’s purple mountain’s majesty.  From American apple pie, English hot tea, and Cherokee cheek bones.

From” Red Rover Red Rover, send Alissa right over” and “Tag!  You’re it!”  From snow days building the tree house and hot, homemade chicken noodle waiting inside.

From the hope of acceptance and the fear of rejection; the tears you’ll never see, and the smiles you will.  From being the girl with the personality and pretty face, but too heavy for beautiful.

From Scrabble and Yahtzee, Trivial Pursuit and Trivia Adventure.  From Crazy 8’s and Rummy and reading for days on end.  From crisp fall air, summer sun, spring breezes, and catching snowflakes on my tongue.

I am from talking too loud and laughing until I cry and enjoying every minute of it.  From center stage in the floodlights and behind the camera and screaming for a touchdown in the pouring rain.  

I am from the feel of my Nana’s hand stroking mine on the church pew and my Papa patiently working out the tangles in my hair.

From my Dad’s analytical and Mom’s loquacious.  From jumping in with both feet and praying I don’t drown.  

From “Jesus loves me, this I know,” “Deep and Wide,” and “This is the day,” knowing in my heart of hearts it’s all true.  From the love of my Savior and joy in my heart and life everlasting.  Amen.