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No Doubt exploded onto the music scene in the early 90s. The band was huge where I grew up because they were from the area where I lived. It was fun to watch a band who played small venues around town make it big. I can't forget blaring "I'm Just a Girl" from the speakers of my 1989 Volkswagon Fox with the windows down. It was one of my favorite songs way back when.

My dad and I were talking a few weeks ago. He was asking about my writing and what I was going to do with it. He told me I needed a tag line: something that sticks with people after they read my words. I told him I had one at the top of my blog: Life is a journey. Talk about it. His words, however, made me think more about this tag line.

One of my very favorite things is hearing people's stories. There is so much to gain when others share their life experiences. We all know that life is a journey not a destination and while we may experience similar situations, the way we deal with and handle them is unique to each of us. It is so beneficial to hear someone else has been where you have and lived to tell about it. There is comfort in hearing other people's stories. I truly believe life is a journey and we should talk about it.

While my initial tag-line is such a part of who I am and what this blog is about, it goes deeper than just talking. My intention when I write the words on this blog is to reflect Jesus. The stories I tell are a vulnerable way to talk about how I am fumbling my way through this thing called faith. I am just a girl who loves Jesus trying to figure out how to follow Him daily.

I'm just a girl is more than a song for me. It's my tag line. I'm just a girl who loves Jesus. My desire is that people can see, find, and know the Jesus I know and adore. He is very real to me and not the Jesus of the media or of our culture. He is pure, lovely, and full of undeserved grace. He is so very evident in my life. Every moment of every day, he is present. My wish, my hope, is that others can see him in and through my life; through this blog.

I'm just a girl who loves Jesus. I don't have all the answers. I am not perfect because, if you remember, life is a journey not a destination. I will not see perfection until I enter Heaven's gates and I am okay with that. What I do see and experience everyday is life-giving grace; a place of tranquility when the world goes mad. I stumble everyday over my words, in my parenting, in my marriage, in relationships, when I drive, when I speak, when I am quiet, in my thoughts. But he is there steady and calm welcoming me in continuously.

I'm just a girl who loves Jesus and doesn't have it all together. Many believe that Christians, if they are saved as they say they are, are always good, never make mistakes, always say the right thing, do the right thing, and should have no problems. Nope. Nada. No way. I am messy. I am imperfect. I get it wrong more than I get it right. I struggle. I disobey. I lose it with my kids and can be selfish. But, because I'm just a girl who loves Jesus, grace awaits me always. His grace is not an excuse to sin. It is a merciful safety net that catches me when I fall. His grace is there to challenge me to change; to help me realize that there is more to this life than a compilation of my mistakes.

I'm just a girl who loves Jesus and wants the world to know that he is good. My life may not be pretty or mimic a well-designed Instagram post, and that's alright. I like being just a girl who loves her Savior. It takes the pressure off and let's me be me: the very girl he created (for great and mighty things, might I add). My prayer is that you can be just a girl or just a guy who loves Jesus too.

Love & Blessings,
Meg
Just a girl who loves Jesus

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