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."
I try to keep my voice soft because: how can I really know the answers? So I do my best to be patient, not freak out, and answer. all. the. questions.
On being a member of the sandwich generation which refers to those who take care of an aging loved one while still taking care of children.
What do you do when the odds are against you, when there’s no way in, when you’re the little guy?