I started this blog after I returned home from Allume. I knew I wanted to go in a different direction than my homeschool blog afforded. I felt that I need to keep the kids and school and reviews over there and do my own thing over here. I’ve had ideas for a while and they finally culminated in my own domain and brand. It’s still a work in progress. I’m struggling to work out how to get it all accomplished, and well: write on two blogs, be a voice on social media, start an editing business, home educate my four children, manage a busy household, be a military wife, help my husband with his own brand-new food blog…and now the holidays are here!
When I first got the blog up and running and barely functional, I sent the link to my new Allume friends and they responded appropriately. They love it, of course! The colors and design are “me.” I am proud that I’ve done it all myself, with the help of Amy Lynn Andrews’ tutorials!
But Trina stopped me in my tracks. She’s good at that, ya know?
She said something like this: “I love your tagline. But when I saw your header, I expected to see you on top of a rock.”
To be honest, I threw that tagline up there to see how words look. I had colors and pictures in my head that I want. And I cannot find a picture anywhere that is inline with the one in my head. I wish I were better at photography and had a studio with a plethora of props at my disposal. I would just design the photo and be done with it. But, I searched Shutterstock and found the one that’s up there now. Good enough for government work, as they say. I will update it someday, but it works for now.
Back to the tagline. After I saw it, it grew on me until I liked it and so it stuck. My vision of it is a tad different than Trina’s literal one though.
Maybe something like this?
The girl in the picture is my mom, before I was even thought of. She was a model for a Southern National Forests map in 1969. I don’t think I look anything like her.
I envision me standing on a rock, alright.
But not so much a me yawping and shaking fists at the world from my little rocky island in the sea of everyone else, trying to be heard over the clamor.
More like me huddled and slipping, peeking out from behind, grasping, a splintery Cross on The Rock. Listening. Whispering. Mumbling. Listening some more.
You know all the hymns.
Rock of Ages.
The Wise Man Built His House…upon the rock.
That’s more the way I see it.
Sorry for any confusion.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. ~Psalm 62:6.