I've enjoyed writing all of my life, but a few years ago I began a journey . I didn't know it at the time, but my journey would take me to the feet of Jesus for healing and understanding before he bore a passion in me to write. This was a little over 3 years ago. Although I have no formal training in writing, I just began to do so. I felt called by God to share my redemption story. I still struggle with words to describe how God redeemed me. But I know my mission is clear. Tell God's story. Tell others about his love, his grace and his mercy. Tell them they can know him too. So I do. It’s not perfect and some days its one hot mess, but I churn out letters that forms words and somehow it makes sense. Somehow….
So today I write, praying God will lead and give me confidence to say the things I think someone needs to hear. A little over a year ago I started a blog and this year I became brave and put that blog in my name. All those years of telling my kids not to reveal too much on the internet and now my name was out there! But God does not call us to be timid or afraid. (There’s another story there!) He calls us to be brave. I know I can’t do this without him. I know that it is because of him I love to write and I know that he will take my jumbled mess, my burnt offering and make it something beautiful.