Amy Hutchisson is a vivid storyteller, a persistent listener, and a dreadful pun enthusiast. She complements experience with imagination, seeking the beauty wrapped in brokenness. A wordsmith by vocation, she writes to find harmony in the wild, woeful, wacky wonderment of the everyday. When not on active duty as managing director of home life or curating educational experiences for her three children, Amy enjoys relaxing with a good book, completing crochet projects, and perfecting allergy-friendly recipes.

Why I Started This Blog

(Posted 10/29/2013, see update below)

For several months, I’ve been really nervous that I’m about to have a heart attack. I haven’t though. Finally my dear husband (DH) suggested that I maybe was dealing with heart-related anxiety because I was holding things in my heart that didn’t belong there–that I needed to let go. I’m what he calls a verbal processor. So I started talking.

First I was telling him about being sent to boarding school in 10th grade and how I felt like my parents had given up on me. Then I talked about the wreath that my grandmother made before I was born. It had two little dolls–a boy and a girl–representing my older sister and brother. But there was no doll for me. Even though he already knew, I told him again how Mom was pregnant with me not just unexpectedly, but when they were actively trying to prevent pregnancy. And how I always felt a little outside my family because they were this whole family unit without me, then I came along after they were done having kids and they had to start all over again. Even though they assured me they wanted me (as soon as they found out I was coming), I felt like I had to earn my place among them. Just singing around the piano made me feel left out. Mom was an alto and my big sister a soprano, my brother was a bass and my dad a tenor. What was left for me? Especially when I didn’t know how to sing harmony.

I moved on to talking about feeling like I have to earn God’s favor as well. Surely He’s tired of my disobedience and distrust. Certainly my allotment of grace has nearly expired. I keep expecting the other shoe to drop. I’m so imperfect, I keep waiting for all of my mistakes and bad choices to catch up with me in some big horrible experience, like some sort of penance for everything I’ve screwed up, an impending disaster was not only of my own making, but for my own good.

DH asked me if I really thought God worked that way. I responded, “Well, I know I’m not supposed to.” And, honestly, I don’t think God works that way, but I often feel and act as thought He does. Even though I (ought to) know He doesn’t.

I had the song “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” running through my head during our discussion.  I know it’s an oldie, but the version I kept hearing was the scene from 10 Things I Hate About You where Heath Ledger’s character is singing on the bleachers accompanied by the school marching band. The song starts out with the line, “You’re just too good to be true.” Just like I was thinking about God and grace and my not having to pay the price for each and every sin I’ve produced.

Later on, as the evening was winding down and DH was nodding off, I remembered the lyric from the end of the tune, “Let me love you.” It seemed like that was God’s message just for me: Stop trying so hard to earn the love I am already giving you and just let Me love you. Quit doing so much and just be the woman I am making you to be.

So, in an attempt to spend more time with God in His word, I’ve started this blog. I don’t know whether I’ll get to it every day or every week or on any sort of regular basis. I’m trying not to have a plan or a whole series of expectations, but just setting this place aside to be me.

UPDATE (2/1/2019):

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted to this blog, even longer since I’ve updated this page. My life, my family, and my faith have all changed. I considered starting over, writing somewhere new and clear and pristine as though I didn’t have any history. But I like this space. I set it up all those years ago to be a holy place (holy, in the sense of “set aside”) where I could open my heart and share my thoughts. I still need a place like that. My thoughts may look a bit different than they did then, but this is my history and I’m going to own it.

Where I have come from doesn’t determine who I’m going to be, but it’s still part of me. Welcome to the journey!

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2 thoughts on “About

  1. You put so eloquently into plain English much of how I feel about myself. All the currents under the surface of the water I tread being okay with myself. I’ve never been truly comfortable though, always dog-paddling in no particular direction, just breathing above the water, not feeling as if I could just float or trusting that it’s even possible. I feel underwater, other-than, and outside, among most people in my daily life. So I identify with (C.S. Lewis?) “the natural conclusion is that I am not made for this world” or something like that. Thank you so very much for this ‘about,’ Amy. And thanks to your DH. (:K ~Christoph

    • Thanks for your comment, Christoph! One thing I’m learning as I grow older and, I hope, wiser: when I choose talk about the things that hide deep inside–especially those painful, isolating feelings–it is surprising how frequently other people tell me they can relate.

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