I once heard a mother remark that the biggest reason for celebrating her toddler’s birthday is that she kept the child alive for another year. That is almost how I feel about my blog baby. This weekend I celebrate one year of Nettie’s Confetti!
I just want a hug. I want to hug all those who are hurting. By nature, I am a healer, caretaker, fixer, and a helper. Physical touch is not my first love language, but I miss it terribly.
There is a much more dangerous disease spreading fast across the world, without much fuss. It spreads through your phone or even just by hearing about someone else who has it. You can give it to yourself when you’re all alone if you’re not careful. This disease can be very dangerous to the mind and to the soul, and eventually destroy your faith.
I gave myself many reasons / excuses why I wasn’t ready to start a blog, but the truth was (and still is) I believed I wasn’t good enough, thin enough, or photogenic enough to do something like this.
I often wonder if God looks down on us and shakes his head sadly wondering: “Why are my children always so disheartened and discouraged? How can they be so blind to all the wonders around them?”