We were each perfectly made to do something spectacularly GREAT. 

Right?

Tell me the honest truth.  Doesn’t every single one of us have the not so hidden potential to do something absolutely meaningful?  Great things in every awkward shape and size?

I’ve held on to this childhood believe as it’s wavered in and out of my stream of consciousness in different seasons of life.   But lately, it’s hit home hard and it’s staying with me.  I’ve been on this earth for nearly 40 years and I’ve got nothing glorious to show for it – personal greatness wise, at least.

Yes, I’m raising three sons.  I didn’t forget that accomplishment. But that’s not what I’m talking about.

I’m longing for something else – something more agonizingly personal.  Something “EPIC”, as my eleven year old would say.

I’m longing for something that can spark change in one small part of this human race and influence the forward progression of love and compassion so that my three boys can raise their own children in a world that is a little bit better. 

Is that too much to ask? Maybe not.

So we are here.  And because I am but one small mama in an enormous world, we start small.  We start here.  With just us.

Here we go.