It took me a long time to be able 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 that 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. 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’ve always said, “Home is where my wifi router is.” But for now, God has me in a nomadic state which doesn’t even include a wifi router. After a significant season of hardship in our marriage, my husband and I have recently reconciled and are stepping into the future together. Subsequently, we consolidated 3800 square feet of home furnishings and 30 years of memories down to a small storage unit and a 37′ RV. Isn’t God hilarious?! Simplifying has been healing but I’m still trying to wrap my brain around this crazy transition.

I’ve also lived in Brazil, Singapore, and England and traveled 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 loved words and stories. I remember thinking and dreaming in parables from an early age but I’m not sure if I wrote much down on actual paper. If I did, my mom probably has it all. She has always been such an encourager of my writing. (Thanks, Mom!)

Holding (not buying) a first edition, Emma by Jane Austen – Blackwell’s Bookstore, Oxford, England

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 season made way for words to float back to the top. Often they flow like water from a fire hydrant. I now have time to pursue this long-time passion for processing life through my fingertips as well as the ability to give myself 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. It is in the sharing of other’s stories that I have been comforted and encouraged to take my next step. I pray that sharing my story will encourage you. Our lives matter. Our stories matter. A story worth living is a story worth sharing.

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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

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