My name is Loreli.
Truth is, I don’t really care if you pronounce it wrong, but it’s a helpful guide for those who need it to feel comfortable when addressing me. You may think that’s crazy, but listen to this. One time I went out with a friend I’d known for 15 years. We bumped into someone I knew only as an acquaintance who pronounced my name Lor-a-lie. I didn’t correct him. The first friend was so disturbed that maybe she had been calling me the wrong name all these years. Be at ease, dear friends, and blame my parents.
I am married to a pastor.
His name is John-Mark, who goes by J-M. (Yes, the dash is included in the short form. I once texted him without it and he got offended.)
When I married him 17 years ago, he was a teacher. I like to tell people that so that they infer that I didn’t sign up for this. It helps to take off any pressure, because I really, really don’t have this pastor’s wife thing down. Like my boundaries are terrible. I don’t know how to minister to people without becoming friends with them. We live too close to the church, within “knocking distance.” And sometimes I forget that I’m not the pastor.
Being so involved in church ministry means J-M and I must love the church – because we ain’t in it for the perks. Except one can borrow the fold-out tables for one’s family gatherings. We do love the church, deeply, and we always return the tables in excellent condition.
I am Mom to two teen girls.
They don’t even call me Mom. They still call me Mommy – I make them. I also make them kiss me in front of the school when I drop them off in the morning. They roll their eyes, but they do it. I don’t post about them very often any more. I used to, but then they took control of their own image. When I do post, I’m not allowed to tag them. They approve all comments I make on their page.
I’m going to attempt to brag about them here without them knowing. So quick, before they read this, Mallory is a brainiac, a neat freak, with a deep sense of justice. She speaks geek fluently. She puts me to shame with her work ethic, her ability to make money, and her quick wit. Sophia (Fifi) is highly creative, crazy intelligent, and has wicked dance moves. She is a gatherer, of art supplies, clothes and friends. Where there is laughter, you will find Fifi at the centre of it.
They both take after their father.
I am a social media enthusiast.
Facebook makes you jealous. We all need to spend more time off our phones. Virtual friendships are not the same as real friendships. The internet is dangerous.
I see all the things that are wrong with it… AND all the things that are right (or could be) with it. With the internet came unprecedented access to information; with social media came unprecedented access to relationships. That means opportunities to influence and connect and love. I will be the flag-bearer for using social media for the good and, oh, you’ll hear about it… unless you’ve hidden me from your newsfeed.
I write because it helps me to pray, to worship, to encourage, to console, to connect, and to process. Which is a probably just a cooler way to say it’s the way I learn. What I like most to learn about and, therefore write about, is how to live out one’s faith in the day-to-day. I mean, we’ve been given this incredible gift from God of life, love and grace and we must find ways to embrace it and offer it in the routine, the ordinary, and, yes, the drudgery. Transformation is experienced in the ongoing daily.
I also don’t like to learn alone, so that’s why I like to press the publish button after I write.
Currently, besides this blog, I’ve given myself a writing project, a theological exploration of beauty. There’s lots of talk about the constant barrage of body image messages and its effects on women, but do we have an answer? I’ve been thrilled to discover the depth of insight the Bible offers to us – it has rocked my world, to be honest – and I want to share it the best way I know how – by writing about it. I also really like talking about it.
I’m growing out my grey.
Part of this Biblical exploration of beauty is experiencing the one physical trait that the Bible endorses – a crown of glory! I wondered about the fear and shame that drove me to the bottle (the Loreal kind) every 4 weeks to hide those roots. I decided to try welcoming grey instead. At this moment, I’m in month four and intermittently horrified that I’ve made a terrible choice. I live in faith that the fear will subside and I’ll discover the splendor – the Bible told me so.
I follow Christ.
There’s a whole lot to say about this. In fact, this blog, if it is anything, is about learning to live in Christ. I used to be ashamed to call myself a Christian. But then, one day, I had a tangible encounter with this person I’d previously only known by name and philosophy. At a time in my life when I needed forgiveness more than I needed to breath, God answered my desperate prayer and made himself known. He turned my life around and now, to leave Christ out of the equation is unthinkable. It’s as futile as leaving out my husband or kids. Christ is real, he’s alive, there’s simply no denying it – Christ saves.
There’s more, grown-up information about me on LinkedIn. You can find me mostly on Facebook, my favourite haunt. Next in line is Instagram. I also hang out on Twitter and Pinterest. I do not hang out on Google+ even though I have an account. (I’m sorry, I tried, but it’s just so echoey in there), but if you +1, I’ll +1 you back. If you want be vintage about it, email me! Would love to talk, learn and explore with you!