Wes rhymes with Mess

I know who I am.

I don’t need to find myself, or look inward to find the true me. I already know.

I am a mess.

I won’t always be a mess. I know this.

I have hang-ups, insecurities and frustrations. I know I can be moody, selfish, and inconsiderate.

You know who else knows?

My parents, my wife, my kids, my friends, my students and most of all my Jesus.

By God’s grace, and by His grace alone, am I realizing that I won’t always be a mess. I am a work in progress excepted right where I am. This is hopeful. This is relief. This is grace. This is freedom.

I don’t always want to be preachy, but I am feeling it today. I am thankful.

God loves this glorious mess.


Why “wholesomeolsen”?

Before you ask, yes this was a nickname of mine.

A long time ago, when I was in my 20’s and worked at a very large coffee corporation in Seattle (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) I became a follower of Jesus Christ. Now wait, before you think this will be preachy, I promise you it won’t be. Well, not yet.

I would say that it was a dramatic change in my life and in my worldview. This was also quite noticeable by the people I worked with. I began reading and studying my Bible during breaks and having conversations with other coworkers about my new relationship. I would not bring it up and proselytize, because I was still trying to understand it all myself. None the less, it was a big change.

My supervisor, whom I had known from a previous company and now work for again at this company, would tease me in a fun way about it. He would often call me “Ned Flanders”, which bothered me at first but then I thought, “I could be called a lot worst”. Then he began calling me “wholesomeolsen” which I thought was great, because to be known as someone who is wholesome, to me, is not a bad nor boring thing.

So I adopted this nickname. Wanting to begin writing again, I thought it would be a great name to call my blog. Not that everything I post will be a vanilla flavor of wholesome, but more like Neapolitan wholesome – little humor, some deeper thoughts and feels, and sometimes a story involving poop. It happens.

Although I am writing this mostly for me, I do hope that by sharing my life stories and struggles in an honest and hopefully colorful way, I can help others throughout their lives and meet others like me.

Have a nickname with a story? Share it in the comments!


Wes Olsen