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If you want to know who you are, watch your feet.
Because where your feet take you, that is who you are.” -Fred Buechner

When Andy and I walked anywhere, and I happened to trip and fall, which was often, one thing he used to say all the time to no one in particular: “Don’t worry folks, it’s her first day walking.” This was the title of the blog for many years, and it seems like a narrative that continues to ring true for me. My story. My life. Happy and head-in-the-clouds bumbler, feet-shuffler and consumed-by-thoughts, I’m still learning how to watch my feet.

Writing is a way to keep placing one foot in front of the other. To keep embracing what is new and starting-over or learning-something again and again. To keep seeing the grace in falling and being picked up. I write for the sake of day-to-day survival. To remind myself to keep my head down and press forward. To remind myself to look up periodically and take in the sights. To remind myself to take it one stumble at a time. I write to make meaning and sense of my life and the world around me.

I write to live out the reality in my life that the revelations and miracles happen through the others journeying right next to me.Click To Tweet

Over the last eight years this has become a space for me to shape that journey through a wide range of conversations with an even wider group of practitioners, sojourners, teachers, pastors, and writers.

We talk about everything from parenting, racial justice, gender justice and feminism, church ministry especially to young people, and vocation. We talk about Church. We talk about dreams. We talk about the streets of our neighborhoods and childhoods. We talk about current issues and share histories and her-stories. We talk about the tired-to-the-bones exhaustion of chasing kids, making sense of identity, and struggling with the weird reality that life can sometimes suck so much but also somehow be amazing and beautiful.

My hope is that these writings will provide a little food and water for the journey. Except it doesn’t come just from me. Everyone here brings something that someone always needs right now. So, thanks for being here. Your presence means so much to me.

Yours, Mihee