Once upon a time in hot and humid Texas, a quiet, inquisitive girl was born. That little blonde girl did some growing up, moved to Tennessee with her family, had a change of hair color (the first of many, though this one quite naturally), and emerged out of shyness into an independent, fiery, Jesus-loving, injustice-fighting, passionate, chestnut-haired teenage girl who was serious about Jesus, academics, Africa, and all of her ambitions.
One day—literally, in one day—she fell in love with an easy-going, Jesus-loving, soulful singing, incredibly über good-looking teenage boy. They graduated high school. They went to college. When they were 20, they got married. When they were 21, they had a baby boy. (That’s a whole blog post in and of itself.) Just a bit later they added a little girl. And then another bit later, another little boy.
They settled down to raise their family, but the passionate girl was now a restless, Jesus-loving, injustice-fighting, passionate, who-knows-what-color-haired, 20-something woman who was ready to take on the world and asked God to send her into it as a doctor, missionary, or both. Instead, he sent the world to her. Adoption. Within one and a half years, this little family grew from three kids to nine kids. A year later, another little boy was born to them, and then there were ten. Two years later, adoption again, and eleven kids now call themselves Weimers.
Today this woman is thirty-something (pushing-40) me, Heidi Weimer, (still) married to thirty-something (pushing-40) and (still) über good-looking Kirk. When I’m not drinking Diet Dr. Pepper for breakfast, managing the beautiful chaos, checking Facebook, jamming to Katy Perry, eating chocolate on my sofa in the wee hours of the night, writing papers for grad school, earning my frequent shopper pass at Costco, folding mounds of laundry, repairing appliances, playing with power saws, telling my kids to shut the door, or banging my head against the needs-to-be-painted wall, you can find me writing children’s books (check them out on Amazon), working on my first real adult book, speaking at churches and conferences, blogging about everything just and unjust about life on this peculiar planet, and getting my hair colored. In that order. Or not.
So there you go. And here you are.
These are the musings, rants, comics, and antics from a Jesus-loving, justice-seeking, nose-pierced, tattoo clad, ever restless, overly thinking, always dreaming, never settling, always rambling, how-did-I-get-here?-wondering writer, speaker, student, wannabe pastor, woodworker, author, traveler, anti-bandwaggoner, mom of 11 living outside of Nashville, TN. I’m probably awake right now and pontificating on life or maybe practicing stand-up comedy to my family because they get bonus points for laughing or possibly preaching a passionate mini-sermon in my bed while nobody’s listening except my husband because he says he likes it. I am (obviously) out of my mind.