I’m Erin.
hey!
Wife. Mama. Dream Chaser. Wild + Unhinged.
A little bit focused, a little bit scattered. I live life at full throttle, chasing joy and laughter every day. After years of being told I was “too much,” I realized the Lord actually saw me as beautiful. There’s promise and hope in the midst of the messiest messes.
After a 20-year marriage collapsed, I found myself as a single mom, striving to take care of my kids and keep some semblance of sanity. That season threw me into the Word and strengthened my focus on God’s truths.
Some days I never thought I’d come out of it… ohhhh but then light shone in my weary heart and the most beautiful of stories came forth.
I’m passionate about helping women thrive in the un-thrivable. Those moments when you’re like “yeah I am not enough, I can’t do this” — that’s when joy hitches up its jeans, rolls back sleeves over tan forearms, and says “let’s do this.” Those are the moments I’m ready for.
If you find you don't fit in anyone's mold, and kinda like it that way... then let's be friends.
I promise to make you think and also to make you laugh, but to do both with honesty and a healthy dose of imperfection.
Creative dreamer. Passionate encourager. Businesswoman. Public Speaker.
None of these words are things I would have used in my 20s to describe the future me, but here we are. I believe the Lord has a way of rewriting our expectations into a more beautiful picture He can use to change lives. And oh, how He has.
I love the process of rewriting dreams.
Of chasing new goals.
Of seeing hope just around the corner and that final push of momentum to streak after a goal.
Never give up.
I have seen the Lord do immeasurably more than I expected and I want to live a life where I'm looking for His next good thing.
GOTTA LOVE:
A husband who is always ready to jump in to my next project and has a tool belt read. The sound of my children's laughter. Joy and forgiveness. A good challenge. Country roads & hilarious podcasts.
GET OUTTA HERE:
Bad attitudes and hopeless thinking. Leggings-as-pants. Stale tortilla chips.
YOU CAN FIND ME:
Working out, dancing my booty off at Jazzercise. Grimacing at the scale and pretending I didn’t have ice cream for lunch 3x this week. Stepping up on a soap box about natural living and the state of our current medical system. Mixing new diffuser blends.
FAVORITE VERSE:
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21
25 years ago I was a college student working in technology sales where I met a cute blue-eyed Canadian named Ben. I was 19, he was 24.
He still remembers the moment he first saw me standing in a specific spot at our store. He fell for me immediately, I resisted, and instead we grew a deep and treasured friendship.
Our sales team was comprised of a large crowd of close friends — we spent our evenings bowling, playing video games, shooting pool, and gathering for late nights on Ben’s patio talking and laughing — always making too much noise but lots of memories. He was the anchor in our friend group, the one we all gathered around, the consistent presence.
Off and on over the next two years, Ben and I dated, though I struggled to give in to what was clearly a serious desire on his part for my affections. Emotions between us culminated in a tug-of-war between two hearts — his fully invested and committed — mine scared to death of changing my relationship with this man who was also my best friend.
He was endlessly patient as I pulled away multiple times. Yet I consistently returned to his patio in the evenings to debrief my latest failed date, knowing full well who would protect my confused heart.
Summer of 2001 we were a few years older, had grown more serious and dated with intention, and he was ready to propose. I thought I was ready but freaked out and ended the relationship — painfully severing our friendship. We have almost no memories together after that point.
Earlier this year (after my divorce was final) our old friend group from that season reconnected and so did our affection. There’s nothing quite like dating someone who knew you so thoroughly decades ago — an instant familiarity and comfort, coupled with the joy (and deep shared pain) of filling in the blanks for the 20+ years we missed.
In this season I’ve often said about him and about us— “he’s in my bones.”
Phrases and mannerisms resonate with my heart on a deep level, like an echo from the past shivering through my body and bringing life to layers of hidden memories.
Ben still holds and hugs me the same way, makes the same perplexed faces at me when I ask a tough question, and that laughter? OH… it’s like a spring rain, brightening my whole being with joy and igniting a contented dejavu in my soul.
So over the last few months we fell fast. But quietly. There are some things too precious to splash on social media for casual analysis. The joy and love I have for my Benjamin is too special for that.
We’ve prayerfully addressed our complicated pasts, navigated these changes with our children (yes, he has a daughter I adore), and are approaching the future with joy.
For five months this quiet, steady man has been the anchor in my healing. As the Lord has restored me and as I have been reaping with shouts of joy (Ps 126), Ben has spoken truth—stopping to pray over me regularly, helping me reframe my heart’s fears. He has slowly and gently gifted me with the courage to trust again. When he says “you can trust me, I would never…” there is no hesitation on my part. Twenty-three years ago this man was the most steady and trustworthy thing in my world and he has become that again.
I am blessed to be loved and treasured by someone as amazing as my Ben.
Being loved by him is to be cherished and esteemed and protected and adored.
Returning his love is effortless.
I am honored and humbled that a man like him wants to do so for the rest of our lives.
And so. We are racing into our future together. Those who’ve walked quietly alongside us these last few months are eager to gather with us as we join our families and unite our futures. In a season filled with more unknowns than knowns, we are embracing each other to stand against the wind and storms, arm in arm, hand in hand. And oh, we will celebrate.
Our story is wound with the ribbons and vestiges of joy, and that will radiate from us as we face the future — together as one.
“I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!”
Psalm 27:13
Tell the world that we finally got it all right — I choose you.
