Working with words has been a passion of mine since I was in single digits. I was very proud of my poems and stories when I was a girl. I could entertain, thrill, teach, cry, think and sing through words.
Then I grew up.
I fell in love and got busy having a brood of babies and wrote stories in my head, crafted sentences while sorting socks, styled my syntax as I scrubbed tile grout.
Words drove me crazy and kept me sane.
Then I found a scribing ecclesia — a group of writers who drew me in, breathed prayers and encouragement over me, shared their own stories in their own words and validated my story, resurrected my dream. They told me the truth. I can write. I must write.
I do write.
I have been published and it feels great. But I keep writing. I keep mining, digging in the dirt for gems of truth, insight, encouragement, faith….