I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions anymore, but I promise to keep being honest and real and raw and downright awkward.
No matter what this calendar year brings, I will always be Lyndse.
And I thank you for joining me on this amazing journey.
I am a Bible-believing, Jesus-loving, learning-to-show-myself-grace daughter of the King.
A breast-feeding, salsa-making, cloth-diapering, crockpot-cooking, book-reading, minivan-driving, bad-at-selfies, shoebox-packing, ebay-selling, kiddo-sponsoring, Redbox-renting, gluten-dairy-egg-cocoa-free, bargain-shopping, homeschooling, crazy-in-love-with-my-sexy-husband, unsweetened-ice-tea-drinking, allergic-to-housework, mommy-to-three-blessings.
Who just happens to also write her incoherent thoughts on a blog.
I am learning to look in the mirror every morning and love what I see, whether I am in my size 18 or my size 6 jeans or anything in between.
And I am becoming brave and strong and courageous through Him who gives me strength to not curl up in a ball on my couch and cry myself to sleep watching Christopher Nolan movies.
I pinky promise that even if someone starts paying me a penny for my thoughts, I will never never never sell out.
But I will buy myself more Sonic drinks. Or something holier. Like Chick-fil-A.
And I am praying that 2015 brings me even more opportunities to share my feelings, but I won’t jinx myself by saying I will post more often.
Because we both know that the second I say I am going to write x amount of times each week/month/whenever, you will never see me again.
It is the bane of blogging, or even just in living, when we set up too many parameters in a season in which they do not fit.
So here’s to continued inconsistency with Little House In The City in 2015.
Much love, Lyndse