So, what’s up with the weird “kranke” on your blog? I’ll tell you. But get a cup of coffee (or tea or hot chocolate or, you know) first
because I’m a chronic over-talker and this could go long. It’s really kinda boring. I was searching for a blog title years and years ago, and I kept coming across all these wonderful, cute, perfect blog titles. As I sat there, mulling over the ideas, a fit of frustration overcame me and I decided to just use my name. I grabbed the first two letters of my first name (Kr), and the third and fourth from my middle (An) and the fifth and sixth from my last name (Ke) and I combined them to create KrAnKe and I pronounced it “cranky” and the stars aligned, fireworks went off, and there was a Hallelujah chorus. Pretty sure that was all in my head, but you get my drift. See, I could identify with cranky.
But why would I want to be cranky??? It’s like my default setting. Yours might be patient, organized, disciplined. But mine is cranky. Whiny. Petulant. If your kids are all dressed in perfectly matched outfits that you sewed yourself, the daily bread is baking in the oven, your house is sparkling clean, and you’ve already planned and prepped a gourmet meal for your family, you probably don’t need to read this blog. You’ve got it covered. If you look at Michelle Duggar and think to yourself, “eh- she’s got a lot to learn,” you probably should just close this window now. I mean, ‘cause, though I might attempt to bake bread, sew clothes, clean my house, and cook food, most of the time, I’m trying to persuade my kids to finish eating their cheeseburger and would you please, please, please stop hitting your brother. Sometimes, getting dressed is a bonus- for all of us.
Here’s the catch: though it feels like I’m prone to being cranky and self-indulgent and lazy, those are my default settings only. I have a Master Carpenter who’s in the process of tearing me down and building me back up. And it hurts. And it heals. And there’s sorrow. And there’s joy. I figure that at some point, the Lord is going to look at his work and say, “yup, got this one right.” And then He’s going to tear me to pieces and rebuild me again. All for His pleasure and His glory. I just want to chronicle the journey and maybe inspire someone else who’s on their own journey. We’re all in this together. (Cue theme music from High School Musical)
So, about me. I’m the oldest of four girls. I have twin sisters just 16 months younger than me and then my youngest sister followed “the twins” by four years- making her occasionally 6 years my junior. We grew up in an awesome neighborhood (*shout out to the Del Norte crowd!*) in southern California (which really should be Southern California, and NEVER Cali or SoCal (((shudder))), because we are just awesome enough to want to break the rules) surrounded by friends and family. After high school, I joined the Army, met and married my husband. We reproduced five times (!!!!!) and are blessed to have Jordyn, Noah, Andrew, Rebekah and Hannah. The first four of my children were born in different states, first because of the military life, then because (apparently), I have a wandering spirit. We’ve meandered through the country landing in southern Indiana (“Kentuckiana” for those in the know) just north of Louisville. Most of my family lives nearby now (except my youngest sister and my dad) and we regularly get together to hang out. You’ll likely see my nieces and nephews as the years go on. Right now, we live in a dumpy apartment with plans to save up to buy a home. Just keeping it real.
Welcome to my little place online! Hope you find it inspiring or entertaining, even if it’s more the “what not to do” sort of information.
In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:6-9 ESV