Kelly Head

Hi there! It's nice to meet you! Let's pretend we're meeting over hot drinks in fancy mugs with kitschy sayings like, "I'm a good egg, just a little cracked,"while we chat, share our stories, cry, and, oh, laugh until we almost pee our pants. Yes, I grew up in a very blue-collar Midwestern town where we like to say what we think more than might be considered appropriate in some circles. You can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl. I've lived in the South for a lot of years now, though, so, it isn't uncommon for me to be able to throw a 'you's guys' and 'y'all' right on into the same sentence.

It's my joy to meet you! I'm Kelly Head. No joke. That is my name. I'm a kellyhead whose sometimes a sillyhead. I'm also wife to my 'Weetie,' Jason and mommy to three littles ages two, four and six.

I'm glad to see you looking around here searching for beauty, joy, purpose and a life filled with all things flourishing. I get that. Me too – I'm always looking for ways to cross the Jordan and enter into that Promised Land, I'm not totally dwelling there yet, but aren't you thankful for His grace, wisdom and promises that are slathered along the pathway there? Those little gems found hidden amongst crusty earth are water to our thirsty, often-tired, souls.

Life was bumping along fairly well up until about a year ago, as we practiced at living the American dream, Christian style. We had our home, kids, church, law practice, friends, schools, dog. Life was tied up with a lovely bow. We were happy. Mostly.

But, somewhere along the way the bow started to fray. It was like biting into a delicious-looking donut only to discover there was no jelly inside. Just dry, less than satisfying; not as good as expected, bites that were a little hard to swallow.

We felt our souls stirring for something more. A calling. A hunger. A deep desire to live a life that might matter beyond our short years here on this planet. Legacy. Ahh, that word. Legacy. It's a word that can handle more than a dollop of unpacking. We tried (really, really hard), but we just couldn't shake it. People who loved us tried to talk us out of it. But in the end it turned out that this "living beyond ourselves" business had us loading up our minivan, giving away a huge amount of "stuff," packing away our businesses, renting out our home, and moving to Texas to attend Bible school – all in just a matter of weeks. We didn't get