Origin Story of A Northern Belle

Grab a cup of something hot, or cold, whatever floats your boat.
It's story time.
Once upon a time a young girl wanted to break free from the joint webspace she shared with her mother and sister. Being the persnickety perfectionist she is, it took weeks to decide the perfect name for her very own online writing haven. During a time when skirts, period dramas and high school "drama" of, what to do with my life? were her every day, this young girl wanted the space to be 200% her

This old fashioned lass loved the old hymns and was working on her first real novel, a family saga set in the Great Depression. Thoroughly engrossed with finishing the first draft, this fledgling writer stretched her wings into blogging and settled upon the moniker of Just As I Am. She thought perhaps if she blogged unapologetically about her passions,{American history, historical fiction, piano, crocheting, old movies, antiques, the Lord's work in her life} that boldness/confidence would permeate real life. Little did she know it would take quite a rollercoaster of emotions, trust exercises in her walk with the Lord, and claiming the faith she was raised with as her own for her to stand confidently and not have a care about what other people thought.

Little did this oh so young girl know that her last year of high school would be a tough one, she would finish and rewrite her Great Depression novel, and God would turn all her idealistic plans on their ear. She was thrust into the working world filled with daunting opportunities for independence and struggled for a little while to find her new place at home, her family, at her new church, and with her work.

Her written words far from forgotten, this young miss did not so much tackle new-found young adulthood as she did stumble through it. Those first two years of working threw her for a loop, and so many lessons were learned, layers were peeled away that she didn't know her heart needed to shed. Finally, confidence and an increasingly deeper faith in the Lord began to abide in her heart and she stood back up again.

If you look through the now sparse archives of this blog, you'll see this young lady recently mistaken for her 19yr old sister's mother, grow from an idealistic, hopeless romantic and often legalistic girl to a woman who is striving to own her work in progress heart, and falling in love with her Lord and Savior more each day.

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.


  1. This is so beautiful! Thanks for sharing, Megan! Oh, and I LOVE YOUR MUG. =)

  2. I love that you wrote this post in third person. It made it so much fun to read and it was like reading a novel of sorts--kind of like an author's bio on the back of novels! :)

    Thank you for linking up and sharing your story!

  3. This is so much fun to read, though I knew the story, Megs. Thanks for sharing! <3

  4. I like your take on this topic! Third person made for a very interested read. :D Also - I jumped into the work force right away after high school too, and started college much later - many, many tough lessons were learned, so I feel ya there!


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