New

When I tentatively published my first post a couple of years ago, I kept it secret.  It felt scary and vulnerable so I didn't tell a soul.  Then I shared it randomly, still with a tightly clenched fist.

I got distracted.

I wandered back.

I'm enjoying this outlet of the written word and I've decided it's a good practice for me in this place of life.  But the blog needed to be more ME, where I am right now, as the woman I'm growing into this moment.

The wildflower story is pretty intimate but important to me.  It speaks of seeing myself in a better light, seeing myself in a loving and gentle way, the way I think God sees me.

So it's new.  I'm a little more brave about sharing.  A little.

Risk.

New.

Scary but good.