"Each of you are going to get a steno pad," Mrs. L. passed the unassuming notebooks to each member of our small freshmen class. Our English teacher was short with long dark hair and a gentle face that suggested she would be easy prey to a room full of awkward 14-year-olds eager to make their mark in the world by pushing the nearest adult over the edge.
"Every thursday I'm going to read you a story," she went on, as we took the notebooks and rolled our eyes, "and then you're going to write a response to it."
Naturally, I thought it was totally lame. But I soon discovered something magical: when I held a pencil over that cheap steno pad with it's dull yellow lined pages, my heart started to sprout little wings. Nearly 20 years have passed since then (how did that happen?!). I gave my heart to Jesus, grew up, went to college, traveled the world, grew up some more, found love, had babies, and grew up some more. I wish I could tell you I have a book about all that, but it's still just a gleam in my eye. Now I just stretch my wings by blogging and hoping to humor and inspire in the process.
In addition to writing, I enjoy sketching, traveling, singing, joking, running, and taking in the beauty of nature. I have a love-hate relationship with cooking, but being that it's the only creative activity that I HAVE to do on a daily basis, I have a sort of a fixation with it. A card in my wallet says I'm a registered nurse, which is a sort of a generous title for someone who hates hospitals and hasn't done any kind of nursing in the last 5 years besides breastfeeding.
"Every thursday I'm going to read you a story," she went on, as we took the notebooks and rolled our eyes, "and then you're going to write a response to it."
Naturally, I thought it was totally lame. But I soon discovered something magical: when I held a pencil over that cheap steno pad with it's dull yellow lined pages, my heart started to sprout little wings. Nearly 20 years have passed since then (how did that happen?!). I gave my heart to Jesus, grew up, went to college, traveled the world, grew up some more, found love, had babies, and grew up some more. I wish I could tell you I have a book about all that, but it's still just a gleam in my eye. Now I just stretch my wings by blogging and hoping to humor and inspire in the process.
In addition to writing, I enjoy sketching, traveling, singing, joking, running, and taking in the beauty of nature. I have a love-hate relationship with cooking, but being that it's the only creative activity that I HAVE to do on a daily basis, I have a sort of a fixation with it. A card in my wallet says I'm a registered nurse, which is a sort of a generous title for someone who hates hospitals and hasn't done any kind of nursing in the last 5 years besides breastfeeding.
Nowadays most of my energy is poured into being a wonderful wife and trying to civilize two perfectly heathen little boys. Their favorite hobbies are destroying things and terrorizing each other. They also love legos, trains, airplanes, worms, and dirt. You will find more about them in the Of Mothering section of my blog.
I am, unashamedly, what one would call "religious". That is, by definition, "relating to or manifesting faithful devotion to an acknowledged ultimate reality or deity." The Diety being the God of the Bible. Otherwise believing in "to visit the fatherless and the widow in their trouble and to keep oneself unspotted from the world." "To do justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with [my] God." (James 1:27, Micah 6:8) |
You can read more about that in the Of Believing section of my blog. I also believe in the doctrines of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
I wanted to be a missionary nurse to the headhunters of Papua New Guinea when I was a little girl. When I was a teenager I said nothing would stop me from someday living with a people group where the gospel was unknown, eating with them, sleeping with them, and maybe dying with them. This blog is named after Steve Green's song, I Will Go. "I will go where there are no easy roads Leave the comforts that I know. I will Go and let this journey be my home, I will go...." |
I've had the privilege of experiencing a few uneasy roads, as you can read in the Of Travels section this my blog. My dream is to get back in that groove, but I'm learning that uneasy roads come in all forms and in all places, and these journeys keep demanding me to let go a little more with each turn and recognize that my life is not my own. So with boots laced up, map in hand, Guide up in front, I move forward ready for the next lesson.