I am a daughter, wife, mother of three daughters, mother-in-love of one son-in-law, and grandmother of one grandson.
A child of God.
And I suppose that now I am a writer, because I am writing this.
I first began writing in the lobby of UCLA hospital, as my oldest daughter lay upstairs battling for her life.
She is strong and stubborn. She won.
But not without battle scars.
"Katherine's Mom's Blog" is the story of her massive brain rupture and the ongoing ramifications for her and for those who love her. It is a story of miracles, large and small. Of faith and hope. Of lessons learned in the darkness.
But, eventually, it became something more than what it was in the beginning.
It became a place where I found my voice, perhaps for the first time in my life. Over time, "Katherine's Mom's Blog" evolved into a collection of fairly random autobiographical essays based on the events in my life and the lessons I am learning from them. In the sharing, the writing out of my thoughts, I have been enabled to learn these lessons in a much deeper way.
The written word is a powerful reinforcement for a wandering and scattered mind.
So now I venture out into new territory, (mostly) leaving Katherine to tell her own story.
Because I'm not just Katherine's mom; I am also Amie's mom and Grace's mom.
And I have my own stories to tell.
(As we all do.)
Just so we can get to know each other a little better before I begin, you should know that:
*I am a complicated and contradictory woman.
*I sometimes drive my family crazy.
* I frequently put my foot in my mouth.
*(Because I am not afraid to speak my mind.)
*... And I talk too much.
*I like pretty clothes.
*I am frequently torn between the things of the flesh and the things of the spirit.
*I am on a continuing pilgrimage from coast to coast.
*I've traveled to over 20 different countries.
*I often get myself in trouble.
*(Even in foreign countries.)
*I usually cry in church.
*I talk to God.
*He talks back to me.
I guess I'm kind of a character.
A mess and a half.
But, oh, I do love my Lord.
And am not afraid to say so.
Hmmmmm.....now that I think about it, maybe Margery was a Medieval-day Kim.
“I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” (Luke 7:47, nlt)