Woo! That’s right. This blog is no longer just my personal blog.

As I’ve thought about options to expand this site, I realized something: Things tend to grow more if you have more people. Steph loves to write (like me) and recently wrote the post you might have seen this past Sunday, entitled “Washed.” I asked if I could feature it on my blog, and she said she would! I’ve been considering adding some authors, and Steph said she’d rather have a group blog than a personal blog, so there ya go.

I had her whip up a quick bio, which I said I’d use on her guest post, which I somewhat did, but I’m also using it here. 🙂 So, without further adieu (whatever that is)… Stephany.

 

Hi.

My name is Stephany, but I like being called Steph.

My parents don’t like it when people call me that though.

I go to the University of Northern Colorado. I am majoring in Criminal Justice, with a minor in Sociology. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

I call myself nocturnal because I stay up so late. I like sleeping, but I can almost always find something better to do. I don’t like shoes, but I don’t like being barefoot either. I don’t like talking. I love getting letters and packages in the mail! My favorite color is blue, grey, black, or purple. I like being outside. I love running.

People say I give good advice — maybe I should try following it sometime.

I don’t have a favorite genre of music — I literally listen to it all. I like to communicate with song lyrics.

I am a walking bundle of paradoxes. I want to be loved for who I am, but I don’t let people see who that is. I forget how to trust. I get lonely. I am horrible with maps, math, and public speaking. I love to write, but I almost never share it.

I love to listen to people and to take care of them. I like metaphors.  I am loaded with questions. I am deep, but I like to have fun, too.

I love tea, hot cocoa, and hot apple cider. I like drinking out of mugs. I like coffee, but I can’t stand to drink it black. I like to get to know people, and I love when people make an effort to know me.

I spend a lot of time in my own head.

I believe that you need two things before you have the power (or the privilege) to teach someone: a history of loving them and an earned level of trust. I am amazed by the love that Jesus has for us, but it’s easy to forget that His love is for me, too.

My life is not my own.

1 Peter 4:8
Luke 6:37
1 John 4:20