Some of you might already know me under the name “New Crunchy Mom”. New Crunchy Mom is the pseudonym I have written under, despite having my cover blown, for nine months now. I began this journey as her, someone who could hide the pain that the journey of motherhood could inflict behind an anonymous name and internet strangers would come along and speak kind words to me and invest themselves in my life. It was strange.
When my cover was blown at around three months in to my blog, it didn’t really sink in for me. I was nominated for an award, and later won it, but I never truly accepted or acknowledged the fact that the place I created for myself in that website was no longer what I had intend it to be. I had been found, exposed, and people enjoyed what I posted. It was hard for me to understand, and I still don’t.
I’ve had so many people believe in me and support me in this journey. I have found out through New Crunchy Mom who my friends are, and who they aren’t. People who I thought would not care turned out to be my biggest support, and people who I thought would be my biggest support turned out to be frauds.
God revealed things in my life through this experience. Namely that it was time to stop looking for an identity in others. I was wasting my time pursuing people I thought I was supposed to friends with and glancing over people who truly were meant to be my friends, however unlikely they might be. Although I didn’t speak about it with much regularity on New Crunchy Mom, this blog will be filled with more authentic and genuine content about my true identity.
Amidst all of the terms I have used for myself, including “crunchy mom”, which I now deeply regret, I failed to reveal the most important part of my identity, and really the only one that matters to me any longer: My identity in Christ.
While all of the other things I have used to label myself are true, like mother, wife, blogger, photographer and to a lesser extent, “crunchy mom”, the more important thing I want to be known for is for my imperfect faith in my Lord and Savior.
I cannot continue to remain silent on my faith when it is central to my life. All of the good gifts that I receive every single day flow from my God. I have been blessed with a loving husband, beautiful son and wonderful life.
This website will serve as a place where all of my blessings can be spoken of freely. I will share my passions for photography, cooking with food allergies, writing, my family, and whatever else strikes my fancy.
If you are a previous follower from New Crunchy Mom, please know that I appreciate all of your support. Please know that this change is not about you, it is about me. I have been feeling led away from the name and towards a platform where I might fill out all of my vocations in a different manner than what New Crunchy Mom can offer. I have been truly grateful for the community of people who have stood behind me in the endeavor. All of the social media accounts associated with that website are being converted to my name, Rebecca Lemke. I understand that not everyone will understand the change, and that is okay. I appreciate the attention and time you have all afforded me.
Please join me as I step into a different light. This isn’t a goodbye, it is a hello. You will see me more whole here than I could ever be previously.
God’s blessings to all of you,
In June of 2017, I published my first book on Purity, The Scarlet Virgins. Here is the synposis:
“Chewed piece of gum.”
The youth of my generation know these phrases by heart.
With them, our elders told us we were “dirty” for having a crush. They claimed we were “used goods” if we held hands with someone. They insisted our worth was measured by the extent to which we had “given our heart away.” They criminalized affection to keep us “undefiled.”
What happens when an entire generation learns that their worth is found in their “purity?”
Welcome to life growing up in Christian Purity Culture.
Our well-intended homeschooling, conservative, and Christian communities wanted to keep us safe. They didn’t understand the toll inflicted by the heavy-handed and legalistic emphasis on sexual purity above and beyond anything else.
They wanted to safeguard our sexuality. Instead, they broke it.
They wanted us to be spotless before God. Instead, they drove us away from Him.
The Scarlet Virgins takes a vulnerable look at the Christian Purity Culture movement through the eyes of someone who experienced it firsthand. It seeks to identify what went wrong, and bring peace to the hearts of those who were wounded so deeply, all by exposing the truth:
It is Christ who makes us pure.