Hi, my name is Lindsey and I am a closet writer, kind of, until now [again]. I’ve been talking about picking up writing again for a long time and just haven't. I have plenty of reasons for why, like my job in any given season, lack of confidence in my voice, fear of contributing noise and not value, and feeling like I have to have all my ducks in a row before I start anything. 

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But something funny happened since turning 40, I care less and less about looking like or thinking I have it all together. And I care less and less about a perfect plan and more about taking action and redirecting as needed. I have lived enough life now to know that there is no perfect plan or perfect way to do really anything. Literally anything at all.  

So in this space you will find a work in progress woman who longs for other women to know that they are not alone, they are seen and adored by an awesome God, and that they have so much value to bring to this world—no matter what their mess is, was, or will be. 

Welcome to my little space in the web. Perhaps we can bond over imperfections and redirections and the beauty found in all of it. 

Shoot me an email anytime at lindsey dot c dot zarob @gmail.com and join me on Insta @lindseyczarob. 

 
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My family

This pic is from that one time we were spoiled out of our brains and got to spend two weeks in the shadows of the Grand Tetons.

Don’t be fooled, this is not our normal. We are typically a hot mess of stripes and colors and plaids and unbrushed hair—I don’t fight the outfit battle really ever. But I do love this pic with the mountains in the background and to pretend we can be one pulled together classy looking crew sometimes!