w e l c o m e

Welcome to honey bee media.

Let me first start by saying thank you. As our timelines become more and more saturated with pictures and posts, it brings me great joy to know you spent time reading this.

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When I first considered this blog, it felt like a really great idea to shelve for later. I’ve posted a few blogs here and there before, but if anything came out of those, it was a sense of utter irritation at how incredibly naïve I was.

Who was I to give advice about love? I was so young.

Who was I to bring the broken to Christ? I knew so little.

Who was I to tell the world how to conquer their fears? I was the most fearful of all.

I had felt so called at the time, so maybe this time was a fluke too?

So, I did what most people do and saved this dream for later. There would be a better time, right? I would know more down the road. Probably. I let myself fall into a comfortable routine of telling myself that I couldn’t and shouldn’t.

But here’s the thing about a calling. If it’s meant to be, you cannot stop it. I knew I had a weight on my heart to write, but I just couldn’t bring my fingers to the keys.

Until recently.

Side note: What is it about grandparents that make you so willing to listen?

After months of knowing what I should be doing, and still not doing it, I found myself on the other end of a phone call with my Granny. “Carlie,” she said, “I don’t know why I’m supposed to tell you this, because I didn’t feel like I should, but I really think you’re supposed to be writing.”

Oh. Well, then.

Let me tell ya, friends. I wasn’t expecting this. We weren’t even close to the topic, and I had managed to shove the dream to the back of mind for a while. It was safely tucked away.

But that was it for me. I couldn’t avoid it anymore.

That day I sat down and created a logo, a color scheme, and named this little site. (I would of course reconsider and change everything 14 times before deciding on anything, but who’s counting?)

Did all my fears go away? No. Now more than ever I wanted to do better. I wanted to create the best content with the cutest graphics. I wanted you all to love the words I wrote, and I wanted them to stick with you. I began to drown in a sea of hopes.

Thankfully, the more I created and wrote down what my true goals were, I realized that this dream is not a burden. It’s not my choice what you get out of it. I had to let go of what I thought should come of this, and just let it be.

I think anyone can relate to this feeling. Having a dream is one thing, but having the courage to act on it is truly something else. But if you ever want to follow through with something, you have to let go of the possibility of everything going wrong.

The first step to this process? I had to forgive past me for her unknowingness. It’s not your fault that you didn’t know back then. Even seasoned (and might I say downright AMAZING) authors like Lysa TerKeurst talk about struggling to make it through old books or pieces of writing because they couldn’t believe what they didn’t know then.

What you wrote once, the friends you used to have, that sport you tried so hard at, that job that was once so fulfilling, all made sense at the time. And maybe it was for the best.

Maybe one person out there read my old blogs and thought, “This is what I needed to hear.” If even one person came to know themselves or Christ better because of me, then that is enough. And it’s still enough now.

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So, here I am. Still prepping and planning for what I want to come of this blog. I pray that if you’re here, you find some comfort in the fact that you’re not alone.

You were made to be a light in this dark world, and I hope you find that within these pages.

xo,

C