Hello, my name is Heather and I have control issues.

Well, now that you've heard my mantra, you should be able to 'read' me and gather insight into my world without the purchase of a 'Dummies' guide. If you had to place me in a box (or several boxes), I would fit somewhat cumbersomely into the crunchy granola/career woman trapped in the body of a SAHM/professional student/devout disciple/overgrown daydreamer box. My sister often inquires as to the color of the sky in my world on any given day. Despite my detest for her flippant and patronizing method of asking how I am doing, she is not far off par. I have been known to go to bed in one world and arise in another....... quite literally in my younger days. Be it career choice, number of children I would prefer to have, type of car I would like to drive, or whether or not I am truly set on removing certain substances including but not limited to flavor from my family's diet (their words, not mine), I waffle quite frequently. In fact, my girlfriend references me as Heather, the girl that claims all five love languages. I prefer to view it as adventurous and open to opportunity rather than fickle and indecisive. Yes, my view rings much more pleasantly. However, there is one stability in my life that is steadfast, consistent, and unambiguous beyond reproach. That is the ever-present voice of the one, true, living God. He is my heavenly Father, teacher, leader, and friend regardless of the infinite aggregate of my heartbreaking betrayals.

Another aspect of my multifaceted and often irritating personality is that of my incessant need for control.... thus, my mantra and the title of this post. Its not that I have to be in control of my destination, as I am very much aware that I have zero control over where God leads my life, but more so that I feel the need to control every step of the journey. I swear if I didn't love food so much I would be anorexic just to assert another level of control. Just to cover my bases, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to my future daughters-in-law for the unavoidable, irreparable damage I am most certainly inflicting upon my unsuspecting children.

Speaking of children, I will tell you a little about my family now. My husband, we'll call him Terk, is a wonderful christian man that loves me more than any woman deserves. He does have his moments of temporary insanity in which he fails to value his life enough to think before he speaks, but those close encounters are few and far between. My children, we'll call them Thing One, age 4 (this little Mickey Blue Eyes as he has the bluest eyes you'll ever see), and Thing Two, age 2 who truly moves around the world like a spider monkey. They are the light of my life and the bain of my exsistence all within the blink of an eye. I have been known to threaten to sell them for their kidneys if that tells you anything. Thing One is certain that he can survive with just one.

I think that is enough for my first post. Hopefully this will become a habit as I am certain my 'friends' on facebook are tired of me updating every two hours simply because I have something to say. This blog will inevitably become my own little acre of word vomit on the internet, so feel free to stop reading at any time.

For today, my sky is the color of contentment and I am the gracious wife of one and mother of two. Thanks for sticking with me if you made it this far. Happy Wednesday.