For those of you who want to know a bit more about me, I’ve spent the past five decades in beautiful northern Minnesota and have made my home in a small, sleepy town just a 20-minute drive from the shores of Lake Superior.
I’ve been married to the same wonderful man – The Great White Hunter – for the past 25 years and have been blessed with three extraordinary children. We live in a cozy, green-shuttered cottage that is surrounded by a very weathered, white picket fence and shaded by birch and pine trees that were planted long, long ago.
My home is my refuge – a place where flowers grow in abundance and the song birds flock to feed. A place where I’ve known unparalleled joy, but also deep sorrow. A home where kids have howled with laughter, cried with defeat and discovered their loving Savior. I’ve led a full and busy life in these north woods and have watched the decades fly by.
I spent most of my 20’s earning two college degrees; my 30’s giving birth to and raising children; and my 40’s trying to balance the demands of being a wife, a mother, Sunday-school teacher, home decorator, landscaper and owner of a home business.
I chose the life of a homemaker and my husband, a teacher, which meant that we had to learn to be thrifty. No big house. No cabin on the lake. No expensive trips to the tropics. But this really didn’t matter! When the school year ended, we’d hop into our old Mazda van and head out on a family road trip. Most summers we could be found gallivanting across the countryside – a few dollars in our pockets, a road map in hand and an unquenchable spirit of adventure driving us forward.
It was here that we experienced the beauty and wonders of His world and came to appreciate this journey we were taking together. Unbeknown to us, these summer jaunts were also introducing our kids to the world outside our little, sleepy Minnesota town and preparing them to one day leave home…which they did! My first two fledglings – Liz & Liv – have flown away and are currently settled in Christian colleges – one in MN, the other in CA. There’s just one feather left in my nest – a son named Isaac – whose name (meaning laughter) is very befitting him!
I’m now in my 50’s and asking the Lord to prepare my heart for this next chapter in my life…a soon-to-be empty nest and my husband’s upcoming retirement. My posts will a be reminiscence of sorts – a looking back at days gone by and remembering the goodness, mercy and grace that He poured into our lives. ThisLifeOfWander is the vehicle by which I’ll be counting these blessings, day-by-day, lest I ever forget His faithfulness.