By Wendy A. Jones
When I started writing for this blog, I didn't really introduce myself.
That was on purpose.
Almost two years ago, I took down all the information on my "About" tab on my personal blog.
When someone suggested we post a picture and short bios for our online writing group, I thought, "Great!" Then I only uploaded a picture.
It's not that I don't like talking about myself. I used to have no problem listing vital stats and interests. So what gives? Why the sudden modesty?
Two words: identity crisis.
My husband left almost two years ago.
Aside from the general heartache and inner brokenness his actions caused, it left me wondering: "If I'm not a loving and beloved wife, what am I?"
Answering that question has been difficult. Truly a crisis.
Even now, I'm not to the point where I can be blase about the failure of my marriage and my status as a separated-almost-divorced woman.
However, in my life it has always been the times of crisis that have given me the most growth. I am an avid journal-keeper, and I happened to thumb through an old journal this week. I remembered the days I wrote about, remembered the feelings I had when I wrote the entries, and in that remembering I realized something: I am healing.
The pain is still there. I hope and pray that it will someday go away fully, but remembering the first six months showed me how far I've come. How blessed I am for the power of the atonement and the priesthood in my life. How much growth I've experienced.
I think I'm ready to introduce myself.
My name is Wendy A. Jones. I am a daughter of God and I know that He has a plan for my life. I am the mother of four amazing children, a boy on each end and two girls sandwiched in between. I love to read books and write and draw and take photographs and sew. I play the bassoon and I love to sing. I have amazing friends and a wonderful extended family. I like laughing and I do it a lot. I enjoy cooking, but not cleaning up the mess from cooking.
It's nice to meet you.