I love that because of God, you can count on good coming out of trying situations. Silas getting sick caused my crazy-busy life to come to a screeching halt. David is still running the big guys around, but I am forced to pause. Today, I am spending time in my chair rocking my littlest, listening to Lauren’s sweet girly thoughts, Aaron running up to share his latest creative escapades with his toys, and, because I am still, the big guys watch and wait for the moment when my littlests aren’t taking my attention, then swoop in with what they’ve been thinking about and pondering, watching on YouTube, reading on Facebook and Instagram, what their friends are saying and doing, and oh, Mom, what do you think about this? Pausing is good.
That said, last night, while Silas and I sat in the bathroom hoping the humidity from the shower would soothe his croupy cough, I was thinking about you guys.
And my blogging.
And my Plexus posts.
I realized several years ago that the day would come when I needed to work. Raising a family, any size family, is super expensive! It has been a sweet luxury to be able to stay home with my crew. The reality is that the time for me to work has come. I have known since I was a small child that I loved to write. I have folders of silly little poems and sweet short stories that I wrote as a small child. I entered and won writing contests throughout my teen years. In my early 20s, after leaving a violently abusive marriage, I spent months writing it all down, wishing I could write a book about it some day because, well, it sucked. But there was hope. And survival. And moving on.
I remember sitting at my dining room table back when I was 18, having a conversation with God about my future. I asked Him, “Lord, if I could choose to do anything with my life, it would be to minister to people. I want to be that grandma that everyone comes to during hard times. People would always be welcome to come sit at my table and enjoy a glass of tea. I pray that no matter where they come from or where they are going to, that they would always feel Your love when they are in my home.” By the grace of God, that’s where I am headed. For now, this blog is my table. My words, that glass of tea, sweet and full of hope as they go down. And you guys are all welcome no matter where you are in your journey through life. Throughout my posts you will find affiliate links. When you click on the link and purchase a product, I receive a commission. For the moment, that is how blogging is going to provide a small income to bless my family.
And now, the elephant in the room: Plexus. I know that some of you think that I share what I know about Plexus in an effort to make money “selling” it. It is true: I do receive a commission if you choose to purchase Plexus products using my links. However, it is likely that I would be sharing anything I found to be amazing with you anyway. You know this to be true if you scroll back through my Facebook feed through the years. In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of shout everything from the mountain top, from my love of Jesus to my search for personal health and peace. I share Plexus nutritional supplements because I know that there are a lot of you that feel the same way I did. I know that fatigue, lack of sleep, achiness, mental tiredness and brain fog are causing you to live life in a way that is different from how you would live it if you felt better. I know that you hate the way you are feeling (I did, too!). I also know that the Lord brought Plexus into my life right when I needed it most.
That’s why I share about Plexus so often. I WANT you to get your life back. I WANT you to feel as good as I do. I WANT you to know that Plexus supplements were part of my solution and can be part of yours, too! I don’t actually care about the commission, but I do sincerely appreciate it. The commission isn’t why I’m sharing, it is the blessing that comes out of helping others.
And, that’s it. That’s why I am blogging about life and sharing about Plexus. Darlene McKeen has become the working (blogging!) mom of 8 homeschooled children. That’s a cray-cray sentence if I’ve ever heard one! But, my God, He is a worker of miracles. He gives me the strength and empowers me to do what needs to be done. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for supporting me as I chase my dream.