My name is Amy Beth.
I have a double name that I’m awfully proud of, mainly because is there anything more southern than a double name? I think not.
I’m southern from head to toe, big hair to slow drawl. I’ve lived in Tennessee since the day I was born and I can promise you that what they say about us Tennessee girls is absolutely true: everything’s sweeter in Tennessee.
I’m 27 and engaged, both things I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. I love it when my bedroom is perfectly clean, but I also love to throw my clothes across the room at the end of the day. I read everything from novels to cereal boxes, whichever happens to be sitting in front of me at the moment.
I have two wee little puppies that I named Snuggles and Cuddles, even though they’re both boys. I am deeply embarrassed by how much I love those two balls of fur that like to take naps in my bathtub. I was not an animal person before I got them and, frankly, I do not even recognize myself anymore. I’m in deep and there are two Maltese puppies to blame for it.
I have an undergraduate degree in Communications as well as a masters degree in Youth and Family Ministries. If you’re ever looking for someone to explain the psychological effects of various issues on adolescent development, I’m your girl. However, please do not ask me to solve any form of math equation for you because you will be sorely disappointed when you see the results.
When I began this blog, I was the director of a ministry that reached out to girls in grades three through twelve. I began the ministry when I was 18 and served with it through its completion in 2009. If you read back in my archives long enough, you’ll get to see all kinds of peeks into my life back then. And what a crazy life it was: around 10,000 young girls served in seven years, all before I turned 25 years old. After I finished with that ministry, I took care of five little girls who needed a little extra love from a motherly figure; they were one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Once that season ended, I became a licensed foster parent and took in three more children who lived with me for about half a year. Needless to say, it’s been a wild 27 years so far.
Being in vocational ministry at such a young age let me see what it’s really like to love people. During those hard days of trying to figure out how to do what we were doing, I jokingly began to refer to ministry as “so fabulous” all the time, especially when it wasn’t. The name stuck and now I have a tongue-in-cheek blog name.
I work for a private university in event planning. I also own my own photography business.
I cannot wait to walk down the aisle on my wedding day, tell my husband it’s time to head towards the Labor and Delivery ward or make lemonade for my first grandchild. One day it’ll be time for me to have a family of my own, so I’m spending this time wisely as I prepare for them in my life.
I like to write my blog like it’s just between you and me.
Come on inside and let’s chat for a bit.
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“Your very lives are a letter that anyone can read
just by looking at you.
Christ Himself wrote it — not with ink,
but with God’s living Spirit;
not chiseled into stone, but carved into human lives…”
2 Corinthians 3:2-3, MSG