It took me a long time to call myself a writer. It seemed too big and important of a title for me to feel worthy of. I’ve since overcome that; not because I’m big and important but because God is. I know the message of encouragement He has called me to share is also big and important. And now it seems He has me branching out to do some speaking and other freelance work. We’ll see where that leads. I am completely willing to answer His call and go where He leads.
For most of my life, home has been in Texas. I have lived in Brazil, Singapore, England, and various parts of the United States. I have recently settled in a small town south of Dallas, Texas. I am thoroughly enjoying the chance to settle in for a change. I have enjoyed traveling the world as much as I’ve had time and budget for; thus the travel blog. I will, however, always be a Texas girl. It’s true that “You can take the girl out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the girl.”
Writing doesn’t have a particular start date for me. I’ve always treasured words and stories. I remember thinking and dreaming in parables from an early age but I’m not sure if I wrote much down. If I did, my mom probably has it all. She has always been such an encourager of my writing. (Thanks, Mom!)
As an older teenager and into young adulthood, I wrote poetry and songs. The writing slowed to a crawl as I began to live the bigger and more important story of being a wife and mom to three. Some seasons are made for living the story and not writing about them.
The empty nest years made way for words to bubble back up to the top. Often they flow like water from a fire hydrant, but at times, putting a sentence together resembles walking through a muddy field with cement in my boots. All things considered, I now have time to pursue my long-time passion for processing life through my fingertips as well as the ability to give myself the grace to slow the pace when life gets heavy.
“Thoughts disentangle themselves when they pass through the lips and fingertips.” Dawson Trotman
Blogs have hosted my heart words for over a decade now. My self-diagnosed ADD is fairly apparent by the variety of blogs I have. I love to live stories and I love to share them; both through my words and through the lens of a camera. As the stories of others have been shared with me, I have been comforted and encouraged to take my next steps. I pray my sharing will somehow be of encouragement to you. Our lives matter. Our stories matter. And we shouldn’t walk through them alone. Let’s walk together to hope!
And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:24-25