I’m feeling inspired today. It’s great having creative friends, isn’t it??  Really, the kind that are so talented and gifted at something that you just can’t believe it? I thought I might share a few of my favorite blogs… Tracy from Sellabit Mum is a true inspiration to me.  She’s a mom of 3 girls and she gives it to you straight.  No BS, no faking it, no trying to make everything look perfect.  And yet her girls are sweet and gentle and truly good kids.  I love that she blogs about the struggles of motherhood – and of course the fantastic things too – she’s real.  My new(ish) friend Michelle has a blog called the Blah Blah Blah blog.  She is so cute.  And her house is too.  She just has that “touch”, you know?  Everything she does/writes about is magic.  My sweet friend Haley’s sister Caitlin has a wonderful blog that I just started reading and am so captivated by.  It’s called Roost.  Check it out! So speaking of creativity, I long for it in my own life.  This blog, what started out as a way to share pictures of the girls with family has really become everything to me.  Ask Vann – I am often worried that no comments equals my words out there in the blogosphere going unread.  And yet I know that I read a ton of blogs and only comment once in awhile.  But a little of this whole blogging thing is wanting approval, yes?  At least, I think so, if we are being honest with ourselves. Can I admit something to you, in this safe place I call home?  I miss the applause.  I miss hearing the praises of my work onstage.  I miss the feeling of contributing something, of being someone else, studying life…being told that I’m really good at something.  Back in the day, I was good.  Really good.  And yet, somewhere it slipped through my fingers like water.  And now that I feel like my passion for writing has been renewed through this blog, I just wish I knew the big picture.  I wish I knew what God has in store for me, for my life.  I want to feel like I’m using my gifts and talents to their fullest.  That I’m making an impact, saying something, doing it all.  I’m creating a blog for my MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group this summer.  I’ve never done anything like that before.  I’m a little scared but excited.  And of course, I’m a mom and keeping two little people alive everyday.  It’s a full-time job and I love it but I need something for me.  I have to have something for me.  So I pray for peace.  I pray that God has the perfect place (be it the stage or something else entirely) for me to express who I am: as a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend.  I pray for that acknowledgement.  I pray that at the end of a long day, after the girls are tucked in and the house is picked up and the sun is setting…I am not forgotten in the hustle and bustle of life.  That God doesn’t forget about me and the desires of my heart.