I am a wife and mother, which means I’m a chauffeur, domestic engineer, grocery shopper, chief cook & bottle washer, dietitian, pediatrician, early childhood educator, psychologist, psychotherapist, occasional drill sergeant, laundress, mistress, and an a/r & a/p and finance manager, as well as a writer, a singer, and a Norwex consultant. In my spare time I…wait I don’t have any spare time.
I’ve been writing since I was but a wee thing.
Since I was big enough to hold a pencil I’ve written stories and poetry. But, I must confess, I haven’t written much of anything in a long time. That’s what happens when life catches up with you; or when you have a pile of kids; or both.
My life has been a roller coaster of sorts. A whole lotta deep, dark valleys but a good many mountain tops, too. It’s amazing I’m sane, quite honestly. Actually, the only reason that I’m not hugging myself in a padded room is I have the grace of God in my life. Everything I am that’s good, came from surrendering it to God. Everything else that I am comes from being a stubborn, prideful sinner, only saved because of the Grace of God, but prone to stumbling pretty badly over the same blocks over and over again.
In all seriousness, I should be dead or in jail. But God saved my life and gave me a life.
I am a work in progress.
I strive to be, with all that I am, an effective servant of God. God has recently given me a glimpse of His Will for my life at this time, and that is to write. I will be dangerous for God and I think it will be as a writer, but He hasn’t quite let me in on that yet. (Although, maybe I’m just not listening…this call, despite my past yearning to be a writer, scares me a bit.) So I decided that I would blog for right now (and take a course on writing). I’ll share things about my life and what little wisdom I have to a cyberspace audience. If it’s an audience of 1 or 1000, it doesn’t matter. I strive to do this for the glory of God.
I pray that my thoughts, experiences and things God has taught me may benefit at least one person.
If not, eh…it’s a way to vent.