Me. A Blog? No!

A blog, huh? For several months now I have heard a small, still voice in my head telling me to start writing a blog.

But a blog, really? Who cares to read it? Who would find my life the least bit interesting enough to want to follow me on this journey? I am a broken vessel, how can I be used?

“The blog isn’t for others to read – it is for your healing, your venting, your expression, your voice, your escape. And in this process if others come along side to help you in your healing and learn from your past – then so be it.”

The small, still voice grew louder and louder… “Start a blog”.

But I don’t know how. I don’t know what to write about. I don’t know how to do the lay-outs.

The sizeable, slightly agitated voice grew louder… “START A BLOG!”

But I don’t have time. I don’t… I don’t… I don’t…

“S.T.A.R.T. A. B.L.O.G.!!!!”

Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t I start a blog!

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I have absolutely no idea what I’ll write about. (Obviously I will write a bit on our journey through grief as we struggle to make sense of losing our precious daughter a little over a year ago.) But my life is more than mourning our loss, it’s full of happiness, sadness, joy, struggles, Coast Guard boy stuff, jewelry making girl stuff and just the stuff that goes in to doing our best as Corey and I try to do more than make the most of this thing called marriage!

I may not know what I’m going to write about, but I do know what I’ll name my blog. Beautiful Happiness. That is what Calleigh Joy’s name means – and this has been Corey and my prayer since we found out that she was gone, that her life would bring us Beautiful Happiness, and we have been so blessed this past year alone! While it has been the most difficult year of my life, it has also been the year that I have learned the most about myself and my marriage. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Corey will always be there for me, always love me, and always protect me. That doesn’t mean bad stuff won’t happen to us anymore, I just know that when it does he’ll stand by me and hold my hand as we steer through the rough waters.

I love to write, I love to read other friends’ blogs, I love to hear and read stories about how other friends are navigating through their voyages. So buckle up buttercup, it might get bumpy!