I’m a 90’s baby, born in the desert of Arizona.
Megan - meaning mighty or pearl
Bailey - meaning fortification or outer wall of a castle
Warbalow (maiden name) - Irish, German, and Scandinavian
Wilberger (married name) - Southern Swedish
A confident and independent kid, who loved to be rebellious, go on adventures, be lost in her imagination, and express herself through stories, art, and music.
After Arizona, my family spent a couple years in the smokey hills of Colorado and I got my first bug for exploration. Discovering new frogs, swinging from trees, and making my own world of mud foods and rock treasures. I remember feeling unstoppable. I felt as though I was racing with the wind.
1 This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: 2 “Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.” 3 So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. 4 But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. - Jeremiah 18:1-4
From a young age I had a deep instinctive awareness of how people felt and the pureness of their heart without them having to say much. I could really see the potter’s unique craftsmanship of every person I met. I fell in love with art, creative writing, choir and math. Solving problems, expression, and understanding humanity.
growing pains
At some point, you start to look back and see the reality of your past. God starts to reveal to you your sin and the brokeness of humanity. You are faced with the harder questions and start to question what this life is all about.
For me, I didn’t want to see my brokeness and the need for God in my life. I liked the life I was starting to create, controlling and “manifesting” the lifestyle I wanted to create. Pride, my friends. I had so much pride.
The little girl in the photos wasn’t so pure anymore. Just a flawed and striving sinner in search for the meaning of all of this.
Jesus had been pursuing me for way longer than I even recognized. I was lost in the indulgence and selfish nature of this world. “Make your own path” “Find what makes your happy” “Be able to do everything on your own”… What I completely missed was the beautiful reality of what God INTENDED for his creation.
Deep rest and communion with my Heavenly Father.
My evil and brokeness forgiven.
A friend who died for me so that I could have eternal life.
Freedom from old ways and patterns.
An overwhelming sense of healing and peace.
A steady foundation when life is hard and crippling.
A full book of God’s spoken words and plans.
New compassion and eyes for all types of people.
A new heart.
“It is like He has taken me back to childhood again. Except this time He is leading the adventure.”
I will never have all the answers.
I will never be in control of this life.
I will never be perfect.
BUT
I will always be fully and unconditionally loved.
I will always be seen and heard.
I will always be daughter of the Holy King.
Oh, I cannot forget the gift and adventure that keeps on giving, my hunk of a husband, Blake.
He is unlike anyone that I know and truly has the most beautiful heart of justice, compassion, and joy. He sees the world for how it really is and stands firm in the tension of always being broken and imperfect.
In fact on one of our first couple of dates, he asked me, so what is the worst part about you?
Not to put me down, but understand how to love me holistically, flaws and all. He isn’t impressed by the things of this world and has been given such clarity to recognize that we are all just waiting for our Heavenly Home.
Our marriage is one of the best gifts I will ever receieve. He refines me and grounds me. He is one of the funniest people I know and is also one of the most articulate humans. He cannot help but be honest, silly, and devoted to whatever you put in front of him.
my beloved.
So there you go. A short story. A glimpse at my life’s scrapbook so far. But we have just begun.
My story is still being written.
And so is yours, so let’s document it.