Well hello there!

My name is Kaylee.

And while I realize that what should come next in an "about" section is a sort of introduction or my own riveting bio that includes a picture of my handsome husband, a reference to my credentials, and a list of all my favorite things, I'm not here for that (though, let's be real, if you read enough posts, you'll quickly gather all of that information). I'm not here to get the most likes, prove that I'm someone worth listening to, or even put my best foot forward. 

I'm here to share my own small stories: genuinely real, generally awkward, occasionally heart-warming, and expectantly redemptive --- in hopes of pointing to the larger narrative of which all of our small stories are a part. My heart is to be open and honest, assuming the quest of the Apostle Paul, "to boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses," and by His grace, point to the power of Christ in my day to day tasks, musings, conversations, and studies.

And so, I'll introduce myself according to this resume : 

Hi. I'm Kaylee. I have a trust problem. It's not that I don't trust people (though I'm skeptical of most), my problem with trust, instead, lies with God. Over and over I rely on my sinful, finite self and my own limited ability instead of resting in the comfort of the Almighty. My lack of trust when I am not at the steering wheel of life manifests itself in feelings of worry and anxiety. I call it "the anxious feeling." It is a tangible, palpable reminder that I am not in control and neither have I chosen to trust the one who is. I work hard, but because I desire the praise of people; I serve, because I want to be recognized. I know what is true, noble, and pure, but my thoughts are so easily polluted and not so easily cleansed. I am selfish with my time, relationships, and possessions. I try to be generous, but I give when it benefits me. I long to be hospitable, so long as I am not inconvenienced. I am selfish. I am proud. I am insecure. I am jealous. I am impatient. I am spiteful. I am greedy. I am self-seeking. 

And yet, somehow --- I am redeemed.

This is my small story.