O Lord, you alone are my hope.
I’ve trusted you, O Lord, from childhood.
Yes, you have been with me from birth;
from my mother’s womb you have cared for me.
No wonder I am always praising you!
My life is an example to many,
because you have been my strength and protection.
That is why I can never stop praising you;
I declare your glory all day long.
Psalm 71:5-8, NLT
When I was young someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up? I said, “Happy.”
I don’t have a pretty, poetic story that was birthed on the altar. Mine can be compared to a beautiful piece of parchment paper with the lyrics to a raw, haunting, “broken hallelujah” song, that awaits its ending.
A piece of paper that’s been crumpled in the fists of many, but pulled from the trash numerous times; unfolded & attempted to be smoothed out by holy & loving hands. Even though wrinkled, still strong, still thick, & still able to be written upon with mercy’s pen. That’s the synopsis of my life. But, who am I?
I can give you the logistical outline, but I already cover much of that on my blog & its profile. I always say, “About Me’s” are hard because not much about me, doesn’t come without an, “About Him.”
I enjoy writing, but mainly telling stories. True stories about life, the LORD, & His Word.
I am a 3d shaped prism who’s never fit into the spaces of where normal shapes belong. I’m neither Republican or Democrat. I’m not denominational in my soul. Abnormal is my normal. A bit of a mixed bag- a little bit of a lot, with an outer shell thinner on some days than it is on others.
Redeemed & unashamed from things that aren’t very popular to air. My full testimony is also available on my blog, & I won’t detail it here, but rest assured, there isn’t very many things I haven’t endured & experienced, by the hand of someone else or myself.
Many years were spent turning each hurt/tragedy into 1 emotion: anger. I assumed anger = toughness. If everyone met a brick wall, they couldn’t run through it.
After my 2nd child was born, 13 years after my 1st, & in the form of the biggest list of miracles you couldn’t even dream up, God decided the wall needed to be torn down. The past 6 ½ years have been spent learning how to feel.
He promised me He’d walk me THROUGH the fire of my past & present. He’d refine me on the other side. It would burn, I would be scabbed & scorched, but He would dress me in new skin- 1 scab at a time, & flake by flake.
I learned very quickly we are always our strongest when we are at our weakest. Not when we’re the angriest, defensive, or most opinionated. Only when we are weak, because it’s there we are tender.
There are times I feel like I’m in control & I’ve completely overcome things I thought were dead & buried. Then out of the blue they rise back again as a reminder to say, “The thorns will always be there to poke my side. When I assume command, I have to remember to surrender the lead to the head of the spiritual army.” He fights when I need to be still. Only He is capable to lead me to eternal victory.
I am an extrovert. In a society that identifies itself as majority introverted, you can feel my pain. I blame social media’s influence on no longer requiring human interaction, but that’s another post. Long phone calls & paper books are still my jam, as I am totally old school when it comes to the simple things of the past. I even hand write everything before typing it & if we could get away with forfeiting email & going back to typewriters & mailed letters, I would be the 1st to sign up.
God’s Word is always my favorite thing to read & He is the final editor over anything I personally write. Lasting friendships are something I desire & I’m always seeking to preserve & create them.
I’m not around to sell you anything or promote myself. I don’t do fads or fanatically follow/mimic other people. I have a REAL Southern accent & my y’all is authentic. I’m ok with saying no. I am not the person you place on speaker phone. Spiritual success means more to me than any spotlight- that’s my legacy.
I am a HUGE AL. football fan, ROLL TIDE! Despite being Southern, I don’t like mac ‘n cheese, which is blasphemous where I’m from. I abuse the comma & I’m ok with carbs. Trying to adjust to the loss of my reading vision & abs turning to jello. The 40’s, man.
I am a Bama native, but have resided in the very beautiful, humid SW FL area, for 17yrs. My cast of characters includes: a husband who is my best friend & the absolute love of my life. 2 precious children, a 19yo son away at college & daughter in 1st grade. We live life in ALL CAPS. We’re not the quiet, sweet family unit, we are literally high octane with a splash of gasoline, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. (I also never shut up talking/posting about them).
The logistics: A Bible Teacher, entering year 6. I am a published freelance writer. Blessed to review books for a major publishing company. Blogger. World Vision Child Ambassador & few hundred other things. I put speaking on hold last year, but we’ll see if God resurrects it again going forward.
That’s it! The condensed story of me.
Will close out by saying this, I am very honored & privileged to be a contributor to this site. I appreciate the diversity & the unity, as well as, the vision that has been established & put into action through a community like this one. We live in a world where we need to inspire & strengthen one another through our speech, not divide. Words are very powerful & they never leave our minds, they’re always in front of our eyes, & engrained upon our hearts. We never escape words.
It’s a blessing to lay down words of hope & transparency with a tribe of people leaving footprints down a path called support, despite the differences we encounter daily.
In my opinion, it’s what love looks like. Thankful for a moment in time, such as this. God bless you all!