No Expectations…

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Today I spent the day with my dear friend Anne and her children swimming away on a gorgeous summer day. She asked me how church was and what the message was about (she and the kids couldn’t make it this week). I proceeded to tell her about how I had prayed aloud during prayer time about my parenting and my desperate need for patience and wisdom with my eight year old son, Nate and my ten year old daughter, Alli. They’ve been on summer break for less than a week and I’m already D-O-N-E! The bickering, fighting and just plain nastiness has already taken its toll on my patience. During the course of our conversation I showed her some of my notes and doodles that I made on the back of the church bulletin and shared with her how God answered my prayer in the first ten minutes after I prayed. She says to me, “why don’t you have a blog?” My answer? “Who’s would want to read it?”

So, now you know the reason for my blog title; No Expectations….

I don’t know where this blog is going to take me or who will ever read it. I don’t know if it will be people who know me or someone half way around the world that I will never meet. I don’t know if what I have to say will have a lasting impact on those who read it but I do know that I have a lot to share. I do know that I love writing. I do know that I’m going to write even if no one ever reads a word I have to say because well, I have no expectations. Maybe over the course of me writing my thoughts and experiences my lack of expectations will turn into an abundance of hope. Only time will tell.

For now, I want to take a brief moment to introduce myself. Then, let the blogging begin!

My name is Heather. I have been married to my husband, Alan, since 1997 and we live in Northwest New Jersey.

Just a side note: not all of Jersey is dirty, smelly or city-like. It also is not what you see on MTV with the Jersey Shore. There are those of us who live in towns surrounded by rolling hills, gorgeous lakes and abundant forests. I have black bear roaming around my neighborhood, owls announcing their presence with nightly hoots, coyotes howling in the distance and the occasional rafter of wild turkeys wandering about. Believe it or not, the entire state does not deserve the nickname “Dirty Jersey.” And all that is coming from a native Chicagoan!

Alan and I adopted two children from New Jersey’s Foster Care system. Allison and Nathanael are the loves of our lives and we are so blessed to have them as our children (just don’t ask me if I feel blessed until school starts again in September!). I am a Christian who believes that Jesus Christ is the one and only Son of God. I believe He came to Earth to pay the penalty for our sins and it is through a relationship with Him that we will one day have the privilege of meeting God face to face. I am not perfect nor do I portend to be. I try to leave all judgments in God’s hands (although I know I’ve had to ask for forgiveness many times for this). I don’t know everything but I do seek knowledge in all I do. I accept people for who they are. I trust pretty much everyone until they give me a reason not to. Once that trust is broken with me though, it’s hard for me to trust again (another thing I’m diligently working on understanding.) I am a work in progress. I am not the same person I was yesterday. Tomorrow, I won’t be the same person I am today. I’m a thinker. I think about everything. I’m a talker. Just ask my friends and family! But most of all, I’m a dreamer. There’s a whole world to discover and I’d love to see and experience it all.

I’m looking forward to this new venture in my life. I read several blogs and there are some that touch me deeply, some that make me laugh so hard I snort and some that have made me recognize areas of my life that need tweaking. I have absolutely no idea what form my blog will take. I can see it taking on characteristics of my daily life. Some days are full of life lessons and amazing insight while others will have me wanting to crack open that bottle of “Liquid Sanity” I’ve been saving for a special occasion. So, buckle up and hang on! Let the ride begin…