The name, Little Light of Mine Library, was inspired by the beloved song, This Little Light of Mine. It’s a song my Grammy has been singing to babies for as long as I can remember, my two babies included. A song she recently sang with my mom, my daughters and me as we sat beside her while she was in the hospital. Her memory isn’t what it was but her ability to sing that song and the way her face lights up when she does, that hasn’t changed…
My daughters and I started this library out of my desire to have something meaningful that I can share with them and a tangible way for us to have a small impact on our community. It’s not even open yet (but will be this year, we are just waiting to have it painted) and it’s already changed our lives for the better. We’ve increased our trips to the library, read aloud more often (something I believe in no matter how old your child is) and with intention. We don’t read because it’s only a homework requirement, when we read it brings us together and the best books leave us better than we were when we began. We read because we want to be familiar with the books we’ll be sharing and be purposely in selecting each one we put in this little library. Some days we start with books and most days we end with books. We hope in a small way this little library will do what it has done for us for whoever visits.
For a season I blogged. And blogged. Some wonderful people took a chance on me, they were willing to look beyond my social media stats and see my words. I’ve been a regular contributor, a guest poster and briefly even an editor. Thank you again to those who said yes, who saw something in me and helped me grow and discover and become. Thank you to those who offered your continued support even as I moved on and who now champion me as I embark on this new adventure. Blogging allowed me the chance to connect with some incredible people; it meant so much to me when someone would email me and tell me that they found hope and encouragement in my story. From time to time that still happens because even when you are a retired blogger your stories live on in your heart and the internet (although some I wish didn’t ha!). I’ll always be grateful for that season in my life. Blogging afforded me the chance to be a WAHM. In a leap of faith, and with my husband's support, I left my job and lived my dream. I had more days with my family. We had more slow mornings, late nights and time for memory making. I soaked up the magic of childhood less hurried and interrupted. While at times I struggled with not always being able to write on topics I was passionate about or excited to share, in time I was given more room to write posts that I believed in, posts that still make my heart happy when I read them. Ultimately; however, I returned to work first part time and then full time and blogged less and less until I didn’t blog at all. I took my blog offline ( it’s gone now but, you can still see parts of it here) and entered another season. And now, my family and I are ushering in a new season; one where we share a different kind of story, in some ways still meshed with our own — we get to share books, books that will hopefully leave readers better than they were when they began. We’ll share books that fuel the light that shines within all of us and happenings at our little library, things like our opening day, field trips and what books we are currently featuring. But our hearts are open to whatever He has in store for this space, for our lives truly. I’ll be back to share soon. In the meantime here are a couple book related posts I wrote long ago:
And a non book related post, a favorite of mine, that was written for Babble and featured on HuffPost:
I’m including that one because this library is something I’ll be sharing with my girls and I know there will be some beautiful love lessons learned and reaffirmed through our decision to take a little leap of faith and bring a little library to our block.