Life is full of disappointments, pain, vulnerabilities. And in the midst of them moments of transformation pressing thin stems out of brokenness. In the past two years I have fallen in love and broken an engagement, mucked through subtleties of spiritual abuse, loved someone and watched them turn tail and run. Currently I work for a church, and the seeming reduction of God to programs and paperwork often leaves me raw and groping for more. It all finds me on a journey with grief, wrestling with myself and God, putting down honest words, and faced with more questions than I have answers. God fights to show me the mercy within the severe.
I've always believed words were powerful, especially when chosen with care. I love reading words, not just for enjoyment but to be inspired and challenged. I love reading the words of the past, writing them on my walls and quoting them. I love shaping the words of the future and sharing them with a fellow sojourner along the way. Words make me come alive and I want to spend the rest of my life pursuing them.
The life of a writer is the life of experience, a life of watching and listening, of touching and feeling, of tasting and smelling. It is a journey of finding adventure, of being inspired, of living in the heart of the world and observing the people and places around you. It demands throwing oneself into the depths of pain and finding words for the ache as it throbs within. It permits rising to the heights of joy and capturing its vision within words that will remain to inspire and remind one of the truth.
This is my journey. I am only beginning to learn what this journey will require of me, but I want to share it with you as I travel and search and discover. I invite you to travel with me as we both delve into the hidden places of the heart of God and learn to respond to the hidden treasures there waiting to be found.