On being an artist: why I blog

Our stories are the only things new under the sun, the only things that set us apart from everyone else in the world.
I am not the best writer, the most adept communicator, the coolest mom, the most beautiful wife, the most soulful Christian....I am not the best at anything.
What I do have is myself, my story....and so that's what I intend to tell.
Now that I've reconciled with my very ordinariness, I ask myself, WHY do I intend to tell my story.
I believe that experiences of beauty give us hope, and hope is the essence of faith.
Beauty is honesty. What is beautiful is what is raw and unfettered and boldly vulnerable.
Sharing brokenness is beauty.
I hope that in my sharing, you experience some kind of beauty...therefore hope...therefore faith.
I love nothing more than to see raw humanity in words or on stage, boldly mined from the coal pits of someone's life...an offering to say "This is what it feels like to be human. If I can share this, maybe you can acknowledge your own pit and start climbing out."
Christ died to set us free, and those that are set free are free indeed...so why do we voluntarily return to a yoke of slavery?
There are slaves who choose their servitude, and there are slaves who know no other life.