1st Official TuttleTales.com Blog

Well I did it. You asked and now you are receiving. Ok so like 5 of you asked when I was going to do this, but we are going to pretend like it was a whole lot of people.

I’m going to be honest. I love writing. Maybe it’s because I love reading and I feel like I constantly walk around making up stories in my head (that sounds a little crazy). I personally thought one day when I grew up I would be writing romance novels and not a blog about boys who laugh daily at the sound of the word wiener but here we are. I mean they are slightly similar right?

Almost 2 years ago I renamed my Instagram page TuttleTales and Troy was like “That’s it! That should be your blog name. You are a great storyteller.” I of course responded with “ummmm says who and what blog?” He went and bought the url right then and there and while the thought of having a space to tell our family tales excited me, in the back of my mind I knew I wasn’t brave enough to make it happen. I wasn’t brave enough to put my life out there for all to read. Because you see, around that same time, a friend said something unknowingly hurtful to me about who I am as a person and I have let it eat away at me DAILY since then. I have allowed Satan to use those words to make me worry about what others thought about me on a consistent basis. For every person that told me something kind, my immediate thought was those words she spoke over me. I allowed it. BUT I’M NOT ALLOWING IT ANYMORE!

Last month on my drive to a meeting at church, I cried and prayed asking God to send me someone or something to show me what I needed to be doing because I felt so lost and like I was just drifting in this inbetween. I didn’t feel like I could hear God speaking to me. I got to church and a sweet friend that I have made while volunteering asked me when I was going to start a blog (there was more to her conversation but that’s the gist of it). I laughed and shrugged her off and within seconds I felt the Holy Spirit tug at my heart and remind me of my prayer just 15 minutes prior. And then I teared up and almost cried right there with her. I’m a little emotional. Ok a lot emotional.

Nothing makes me qualified to write a blog. Goodness anyone can, and these days it seems everyone does. But I don’t care, I’m doing it. I still remember being fresh out of highschool, eating at Chili’s, when some women from church came in and they were talking about doing a conference for teenage girls and their love for encouraging them. I thought “I want to do that someday. I want to be an encouragement to others.” So here I am, just trying to be an encouragement to others...mostly moms, but I hope I can be more than that. Some people may come here to just hear stories of how crazy our little loud family is. Some may come here to feel better about their lives by reading about mine….lol You know it’s true. I think many of you may come because it’s refreshing to know that there are others out there just like you, and ya that stinking helps to know you aren’t alone in this craziness of parenthood. But I hope through time that many of you come back because I am an encouragement to you. I pray that God speaks through me to just show some love to others. Whether you are struggling with postpartum anxiety, trying to become less of a yeller (raises hand), or just learn about all things boymom, I’m here for you. I really don’t know what all I’ll put on here. Hopefully it will come easily to me. Please Lord, let it come easily to me. HA (Man I really wish there were emojis on Google Docs). I’m ready. I want to see where God can take me, whether I fail, sound stupid, or hopfully suceed. I’m ready.

Stick around people. I’ll make you laugh (hopefully). I’ll make you cry (fingers crossed it’s from laughing and not boredom). Heck I’ll probably be natural birth control to many of you after reading about our crazy life. Kidding...kinda.

Until next time…. *I need to work on that sign off. (insert thinking emoji here)

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