Because of some difficult seasons, I realized writing my thoughts was a way for me to understand how I felt about them. It’s therapy and it keeps me busy enough to not be a helicopter parent – both things for which my husband is thankful.
I believe in the words of Psalm 138:3 that tell me when I call on Him, He answers and makes me strong and brave.
If you want to know more about my story on the original blog click here.
. . . and then there’s this:
* I once got snotted on by a brahma bull. I was 13. Hundreds of people were watching.
* I am 48% detailed, 17% chaotically unorganized, 100% excited about Writing in Pencil, & 12%-ish inept at math.
* Least favorite word or activity is hearing the phrase, “we just ran out of red wine.”