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Say YES from the Pit!

10/6/2015

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After a week in California, I have to admit, it was a little difficult coming home and I had not expected that... not because I don't have fabulous friends here but because have you ever met a group of people that you immediately fell in love with and knew God interwove your hearts before you ever met!?  Me too and it's incredible!  He did that with the women I spent my time with out there, so it tugged at my heart strings to leave them (and as I'm keeping it real... it's getting colder here... and I am no winter woman, ha) but really, it was such a great opportunity to be around like-minded woman seeking Christ to be the C.E.O. of their businesses and our lives!  I don't know about you but that get's me excited!
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After sharing a little bit about myself, my chapter "Live Loved" and why I set the intention to live and experience "The Art of L.I.F.E." I shared a little bit about how I got there.  I had planned to share more about my chapter but God laid it on my heart during my flight the day before to change all that and share this instead.  I never expected this story to impact the women like it did but since there's something about this that He used to ignite vision in women's hearts, I am going to share it here with you as well!
I wish I could read this to you... and who knows I may just do my first vlog (can we say vulnerable!?)....... Edit:  I did my first vlog just for you & this message!  Ahhhh!!!!!  So here it is... (scroll to the bottom of this post)

When God brought me this opportunity last spring, it made no worldly sense at all because you see when I had the surgery & got readmitted which is what I write about, I didn't leave there well or healed... and have seen many doctors & specialists since... been poked, prodded & tested all over because no one has an answer to the trouble I am now having (which I did not have before my surgery)... since Dec of 2013 I have had painful restroom emergencies nearly every. single. day. usually several times a day... As you can imagine this has greatly impacted the quality of my life.
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My new friend Shannon who said YES from the pit!
I tell you this because I said YES. from. the. Pit!  You see when God brings you something packaged in His peace, no matter if it makes sense or not... sister, please say. Yes!  Had I not known how truly loved and cared for I was, this decision would have been much more difficult.

Fast forward to 2 weeks or so ago (before the event), the enemy kept telling me to cancel my flight and bail... because like every other day for the last ...over 634 days... I have gotten sick.  Real sick.  Ya know what though!?... I didn't entertain these thoughts. BUT...

I DID have to process through some shock that God had not yet healed me... as I was so sure in my faith was His plan when I said yes to this and another opportunity last spring.  I didn't seek these out, He opened the doors for me so it was hard to grasp that He was sending me all the way out there... still... sick...

But again... I chose to move forward and shared with others that I had to trust that by the time my feet hit the ground at the airport, either here or there, that I would be healed. 

Well, making a long story short, let me tell you....

That for the last 16 days straight my intestinal health has dramatically improved!!!!  (I'll spare you the icky details, but let me tell you... this. is. miraculous!)  I'm not completely out of the pit but God's got me!  Say Yes from the pit ladies.

Say yes to slowing down when your spouse or kids are around even though your phone is flashing with all sorts of notifications, say yes to boundaries that protect your time even though you need that client, say yes to that big leap of faith God is asking you to take even though it'll cost you everything if it doesn't work out.

If you walk away from anything today I hope it is to know that God hears you, God sees you
and God KNOWS YOU!  You are Loved!  We are loved!  Let's live like it!  With an abandoned trust that God WILL take care of us!  This looks like.... being Free of insecurities, free of unforgiveness, free to be present, free to say no to the good for the best God has for us!! 

Ladies!!!... let's Live Loved!!!!!
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Hello, My Name Is...

8/28/2015

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If you are on Facebook at all, I’m sure this last week you happened to see many people putting their name into an app that would then turn around and tell them the meaning of their name (supposedly) in different languages.  Now if you look up those names they don’t actually mean what that app told all of us but it was still fun and exciting for many of us to do (even if those sites are just a ploy).

So why did we do it?  Are we all Warrior Princesses, Little Fighters and Loyal Gentlemen?  (These were the 3 most popular answers I saw.)  The hopeless romantic in me would hope so on that last one lol… and the fighter in me absolutely believes all of us have a little fighter in us… but most provoking to me is the meaning Warrior Princess… and I loved seeing so many get that as their answer and to see their reactions to it was even better!!  More on this in a minute.
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Image from Man in the Woods
When I started this blog and as I am becoming a published author this year, as well as booking speaking engagements, I decided to start going also by my middle name…. Renee.  I did this because after all I have been through and have overcome, I have turned over a new leaf and many have said since I was young that I am like a butterfly… well guess what Renee means… Reborn.  And by God’s grace alone I have been!  That’s the only meaning I could find for Renee but there are many for Alicia, depending on the language… noble, humor, honest/truthful, sweet, etc…. all traits that I hope to convey in my speaking engagements and writings.
Names are SO important… in Biblical times, they would often go by one name but later in life another, such as Abram to Abraham, Sarai to Sarah and Jacob to Israel.  Not always the case, but those name changes were ordained by God.  I think we know how important a name and it’s meaning is and that’s why we got so excited this past week.  It’s also why parents take 9 months to pick out a name for their child… it’s serious business.  We all want to be called something special, unique, great.  I’ve got news for you… but just one more minute.
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I tell you all this to inspire you to find out what your name actually means but more importantly to tell you that once you have given your heart to Christ, you do have a new name/meaning/description of yourself… you are Chosen, Adopted, Redeemed, Forgiven, Loved, Accepted… and so. much. more.!!!  You are a Warrior Prince/Princess because He has the victory and you are His!  Ponder those names for a moment.  Let them each really sink in.  As my reader, I also want to say that you are appreciated, respected, loved.  

If you don’t know Christ as your Friend and Savior and would like to, please say this prayer below, get in a Bible based church and if you would like to reach out to me and let me know, I’d love to celebrate this eternal victory with you!

Feel free to also share the real meaning of your name if you wish… it’s kind of fun! :D
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Feet of Faith

8/6/2015

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As I sat here today asking God what my readers needed to hear, I felt some of you may be struggling to takes steps of faith in trusting God in different areas of your life.  So I want to share a glimpse of what daily life for me has been like in the last year and a half.

This is not something I would normally share.  Honestly, I hate talking about my health struggles.  I truly enjoy life more when I can go about my life focusing on all that is right and good verses all that could be better or isn’t well.  That hope and focus has gotten me through some pretty heavy stuff so I’m stickin’ to it. :D

In brief for those of you who don’t know, I had a 9 hour extensive surgery for severe endometriosis in December of 2013.  I touch more on this in my chapter of the book compilation I recently was a part of so I’m keeping it super short here.  During that surgery the doctors had to ressect my bowel because the endometriosis was kinking it and although it wasn’t causing trouble at that time, the doctors assumed it would in the future.  Well, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.  Looking back, I don’t know if we should’ve went ahead with this part of the procedure but we trusted the professionals so we did.


A long, complicated and difficult story short, I now have daily recurring intestinal troubles.  I struggle on a daily basis and am in severe pain numerous times a day, almost every day.  This has improved some so I can thankfully say it isn’t usually all day long as it was for ten months or more after the surgery.  Sadly, but again thankfully, Andy and I have learned how to 90% of the time plan around my bowels. Embarrassing and heartbreaking to share, let me tell ya...  

We plan meals around them, whether we can or can’t take trips around them, outings around them and every grocery store trip around them.  And even still, they persist at times to torment us and publicly humiliate me throwing me into fits of pain at the most inopportune times.  So we pray.  And pray.  And pray.  And God gets us through.  Every time.  Not always how we’d wish.  And sometimes there are tears.  Sometimes there is anger.  Sometimes there is relief but always there is gratitude.  Gratitude that He did get me through, that I’m not in a hospital laid up, that by faith I have been able to resume some normal daily life activities, etc.

So… why have I just told you all of this?  I’m wondering the same!  Ha.  I tell you this because I sense in my Spirit that someone or several someones are struggling to put one foot in front of the other in faith and trust God in every step of the journey.  
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Clearly with planner & phone in hand, this is before I learned what true rest was. I was in progress but had not yet fully learned to enjoy the life that is given me.
Faith doesn’t always look like what we have been known to envision it to be.  It’s not always big and grand.  It’s not always something like leaving all behind and heading to the mission field.  Sometimes, it’s trusting God to help you serve at church every Sunday regardless of social anxiety brought on by your health struggles.  Sometimes it’s speaking and believing that Christ already paid for your healing, etc. on the cross.  Sometimes it’s simply going to the grocery store, out with friends, etc.  Sometimes it’s choosing not to discuss your trial unless you are speaking the Word of God over it.  Sometimes it’s simply being obedient in graciousness through tithing, opening your home, extending a helping hand, etc.  For Andy and I, these are the things that have been steps of faith in this last year and a half.
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And sometimes it comes as wisdom while you do nothing at all!!!  Wow, did I just say that!?  I live in America… that is taboo! But yes, I did just say that.  God commanded us to take a Sabbath for so many wonderful reasons… maybe you/we need to rest more and trust He can help us get it all done anyways.  (A secret for ya!... you usually get better quality production out of a rested body, mind and spirit… so SIT DOWN for a bit, quiet your mind and just be with God… go hide in the closet if you have to ;) )  Ok, where was I, oh yes…

What I am saying is faith doesn’t look the same for all of us!  Noone knows what you are struggling with or believing for or have heard from the Lord unless you or God have shared it with them.  So we need to care more about what God thinks of our faith than those around us… whether that be your spouse, your pastor, your friends and family, etc.  God knows your heart… and remember His ways are greater than ours, so you, I and others may not always get it… but that doesn’t make it any less a step of faith.
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Steps of faith you may choose to take after reading this… Sit with God for 10 quiet minutes and ask Him what steps of faith He desires for you to take, while trusting that He’ll make up for that time you sacrificed.  On that note… find areas of your day that you could incorporate more of those quiet moments alone with Him.  Maybe for you it also looks like pushing through an anxiety/fear and inviting people into your home or serving in an area you feel God is asking you to.  As your children go to sleep tonight maybe it’s a prayer of faith in trusting them into God’s hands… or maybe it’s your spouse you need to surrender?  I don’t know what this current season in your life looks like or what God is calling you to trust Him with but I do know He is gently saying, “Surrender my sweet child.  I love you.  I have you.”


Father, I pray that whomever you had this message for, reads this and receives this.  May they sense your peace leading them to take that step or seat of faith and find their rest and victory in you and you alone!  In Jesus Name, Amen.



Note:  I’ll be sharing more on what I like to call "Selahs and Sabbaths" in my 2nd book compilation coming out in 2016, so if this struck a cord with you, watch for this and more blogs on this as well.  It’s time we pause and ponder.  




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Sumo Wrestling & Richard Simmons, yep that's our family.

6/27/2015

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One thing many people do not realize when they get married, is that they marry the whole family of the person they love.  We marry their problems, we marry their joys, we marry their humor & so on.  Even if their is an estrangement, whether temporary or permanent, we marry that too.  You battle together, you grieve together, you celebrate together, you love together.

When I married into Andy’s family of 5 brothers, I didn’t know how much that would change my life.  I was used to having just 1 sister Tiffany & we were very close.  Then when I was a teenager my 3-step brothers came into the picture.  They were wild, loud & obnoxiously funny.  My step-dad would always say “boys will be boys” & other sayings about how different boys were from girls therefore they were “aloud” to get away with much more than us girls too :P

However when I met the Todd boys they were nothing like how Scott, my step-dad, had stereotyped guys as (if I’m being honest, most guys I met were nothing like my rowdy step-brothers -the 2 older ones anyways- lol).   I love my step-brothers but to those who know them & they will also admit, they were wild.  haha  Anyways, these Todd boys were onrey at times, funny as all get out & loved each other with a brotherly bond that nothing could break.  Sure they have gotten on each other’s nerves & lead different lives but when these guys get together it’s always a good time.
There’s ALWAYS a story time, usually led by my husband Andy & no matter how many times you’ve heard these stories (I can now tell a few of them more accurately than Andy (his memory slips here & there… those who know him are probably laughing right about now haha), that’s how many times I’ve heard them lol)... but like I was saying, no matter the times you’ve heard them they are still funny.  The best one’s though, are the one’s where his mom discovers the truth about a situation or story she was told when they were younger.  Her eyes get big & wide, her mouth usually drops to the floor & then she & the rest of us burst out in a loud gargantuan mix of laughter.  

When we first got married I struggled to not have any new “sisters” around.  My only sister-in-law lived in Tx so we don’t really get a chance to go do girl things or have girly understandings of all these crazy Todd boys.  Heck I’m not sure either of us would even want to do that though because we both love them like our own brothers.  She was lucky enough to see a lot of them grow up, as her & Chris (Andy’s oldest brother) have dated since high school.
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A goofy photo at David's graduation and going away party... I was a little late on the goofy pose, oops haha.
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David trying on tuxes for our wedding.
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Our best man (David) & our maid-of-honor (Tiffany) being goofy one night... they did a dance party, picture poses & muscle madness this night to entertain us haha.
She even helped facilitate the famous “Todd Brothers Sumo Wrestling” video I was told about for the first 8 years of our relationship in which I was oh-so-fortunate to watch this past Thanksgiving.  (Let’s just say I’m glad it took this long to let me see all of the Todd   ???   (I’m at a total loss for words here… strangeness?, uniqueness?, shananigans?... it was an interesting video to say the least lol).  It does explain some of their bond though… they can dress up with stuffed clothes & smash each other while grunting & laughing & not think a thing of it.  And then there’s David who proudly dressed up as Richard Simmons & led them all in an 80s cardio routine.  Voice & all.  Every older brother proudly followed his lead.  :D  Andy, Tom & their youngest brother Josh were missing from this escapade of hilarity but it still represented so much that I love about this family.  

Most families would’ve never told stories about this let alone show the video but they did because it represented a time of joy for them no matter what they looked like, said or did.  They love to reminisce whether through stories or videos & I appreciate that so much about them… it’s probably one reason I fit in so well because those close to me know I do this all the time & love to hear others share as well!… it helps one to respect the past, look forward to the future & appreciate the present for the gift that it is.  
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David & Andy on a trip to OKC, here at the OKC bombing memorial


A lot of this blog will be about reminiscent moments and/or featuring special people in my/our life.  I’ve been honored many a times to give my last gift to someone who has passed away via written & spoken words at funerals & such but I much more prefer to share how I feel about those I love while they are still here on earth.  I try to do that via cards, letters, texts, FB shout-outs, etc. and today on my blog I’d like to honor another person, one of the Todd brothers, that has greatly impacted Andy & I’s life, individually & as a couple... 

David.  This is Andy’s youngest Todd brother & although he’s the youngest, he’s led many of us in different ways in life… whether while doing a Richard Simmons workout or drawing us closer to Christ.  He has been an excellently, hard worker for Andy since he was a teenager.  He became one of my best friends & prayer partners during the most difficult season in my life.  No matter the hour, usually past midnight, he & I would chat on FB about everything under the sun & would pray with each other through some pretty heavy stuff.  He became our roommate for a season… ok he’s been everybody’s roommate for a night or two I think, as he lived like a nomad for a while but he actually planted himself at our place for a stint.  And... he still loves us.  He’d see me be particular about things & listen to Andy & I go back & forth but didn’t bat an eyelash or look at us differently.  I honestly don’t know how ha.  This kid became my little brother as if he had always been.  

David we are so proud of you & love you very much!  Thank you for all the times Andy & I could come to you & you prayed for us.  Thanks for sitting with my mom & Andy during my 9-hour surgery… I’ll never forget seeing you there when I was so sick & could barely lift my head & how upset I was that I didn’t get to thank you that night because I was sick for so many hours after. Things like this say so much about you!  Thanks for not playing football again even though it hurt so much not to & also for not ripping my head off when I told the doctors the truth that day in the ER with you!  Thanks for being one of my best friends, prayer warriors & little brother!   We are here for you like you’ve always been here for the both of us!  Don’t stay away too long but enjoy your new locale to the fullest & have a great birthday celebrating with Jenna!
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Andy, Joe & David Todd played football together on our semi-pro football team.
For the rest of you… who has made a difference in your life via marriage?  Have you told them?  Feel free to share with me or better yet take a few mins to share it with them!  Come back here & share it with us if you wish!  Thanks for letting me share a little bit about this crazy family of mine!
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Are You A Pitcher Or A Keeper?

5/27/2015

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For me a home is special when it includes a few items from past generations. In my kitchen you'll find a potato masher and grater that were my grandma Leola's and the salt and pepper stove set is similar to one my grandma Margaret still uses. The crocheted towel was handmade for me by my aunt Linda.

Does anyone else function better when everything is in it's place?  I mean everything doesn't have to be clean... dusted, vacuumed, etc. but put away where things belong.  Man, I do!  God is a god of order so I must get it from Him ;D  (and my mom and all 6 of my grandma’s who were all excellent house and home-keepers)

It feels like years since I've had a home.  Several different circumstances outside of our control, in the first years of our marriage, caused us to move several times from a place that I loved.  That we both loved.  It was our first little home together and even though we rented it still felt like ours.  Several moves later we moved to the place we just moved from.  We enjoyed the duplex, our landlord was great to us, it was cozy and secluded and we enjoyed this season to ourselves.  We did our best to make it “home” the 4 years that we were there but shortly after we moved in, I had a business that took off so I was rarely home and then... I got sick.  
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Fresh cut peonies my grandma Imojean and I cut together in the drizzling rain the other day. So many special memories have been made in her gardens!
I was bed-ridden, unable to drive, had to stop working, saw doctor after doctor after doctor, barely ate, etc. etc. etc. so as you can imagine there was no time or energy or umph to clean and organize.  I had gone from a stickler about my house, to burned out on moving and now I was sick.  Good grief, everything was just survivable.  I've always said while watching Hoarders that I have a tendency towards it but I was quickly seeing how it could become a reality if I were left alone in this place.  Thank God to friends, family and Andy that helped me a couple times over those years.

To put your mind at ease, I didn't become a hoarder but I did accumulate way too much stuff.  Most of us do (unless maybe you are a bachelor) after living in one place for a while but getting sick made it worse.  So when we made the move this winter, I got rid of everything!  Ok, not everything, but it sure felt like I was getting pretty close.  And it felt good!  Real good.  I successfully donated gobs and gobs and gobs (that means many, many trash bags full) of clothes, household goods, and food.  Yes I even gave our food away.  And sadly I filled trash cans full of what nots (mostly papers I hadn't sorted through when I was lacking energy... paper annoyingly piles up FAST!)
But the best part of this is that we are making a home here in our little "Limestone Love" (just something I like to call this little limestone house we downsized to).  First room 99% finished was our kitchen (99% cuz hanging stuff on the walls is the last piece to the puzzle when we move).  It feels fabulous to walk into it every morning and night.  It welcomes me being so fresh and clean.  It’s a great space to start and end my/our day!

I downsized the kitchen by two-thirds including our dishwasher, microwave and it came with a small fridge, so we downsized from our large one also.  There is no room for all the little gadgets I had so I donated or sold them too.  I was worried this would be challenging but it’s actually been liberating!  Less to use is less to clean.  


Can’t wait for more pieces of this house puzzle to come together to share with you via blog and an open door!  

  • Tell me, do you function better with everything put away?  

  • Do you enjoy getting rid of stuff (a "pitcher") or are you more of a “keeper” like myself?  
(If you don’t know me personally, those who do would tell you that I see potential in EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE in life so it’s really no surprise :D)  

  • What are some ways you keep your home functioning with ease and/or make it easier to pitch things?
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I of course kept my PINK KitchenAid mixer that Andy bought me!
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I Am The Frito Bandito

5/9/2015

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“Aye yai yai yai… I am the frito bandito…”  

......Most would never know it, but these lyrics and her special dance that always matched this little tune, quickly enter my vision as I think of the highlight reel for my mom.  Yes my mom.  The reserved, sweet, quiet lady we all call ‘Jenise’ could put on quite a little show with this one.  (if I end up dead after this post… you’ll all know why)  She’d have us giggling in 5 seconds flat.  I loved that about her.  No matter what was going on as a little girl, no matter how much my heart was breaking or chaos was ensuing on the inside, she brought a peace to my childhood.

As a teenager, she would try so hard to get me to understand how loved I was, how special I was, but I couldn't understand.  I had a deep seated hatred for myself.  A poison that continually flowed through my mind but was masked in perfectionism, performance & smiles.  Lots of smiles.  Very few knew this daily battle that ensued within me and I can now see how it took it’s toll on those who did.

At a very young age we became friends.  This helped us both conquer our demons.  Every little girl needs their mother like every mother needs their little girl.  (or child)  God graced us from the beginning to see Him at work in our lives.  My mom rarely cried but one day as she sat on a step, alone & scared I reassured her at 5/6 years old that the man above would help us.  All would be fine.  My then, atheist mom, was surprised by this but by golly He did, He has, He will.

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As a young adult she helped me in every way she could as I drifted from here to there and everywhere looking for love in all the wrong places.  She worried, she cried, she prayed.  At times she looked at me with disappoint and I didn't blame her for that, I just didn’t know how to get out from that pit of despair.  But long story short, I survived my 20’s!!  lol  Praise God and thank you mom.

In August of my 28th year, on the side of the rockies outside of Denver, God made some things very clear.  He ushered in a deep, deep healing to every part of me that was broken or had ever been broken.  That day I came to know & see many in my life, but especially my mother, in a whole new light.  He gave me a depth, to something He had put in me as a child that helped me survive so much, but this depth now enabled me to move forward, to pursue life and no longer just survive.  It was a new beginning.  

Less than a year later my mom, Andy and I pursued a business venture together and we both blossomed.  She’s my little flower (yes she knows I call her that… it’s endearing if you know our whole story lol).  I am so proud of who she was then and even more proud of who she has become today.  She always stepped up to the plate for my sister and I and as she is getting older God is showering her with love and teaching her to care for herself as well.  This brings me so much joy and I well up with pride for her. 

She loves my husband as her own and he welcomes her into our life and home as if she were his.  This is a rare and beautiful gift for which I am so grateful.  She is the most incredible grandma and I hope to one day get to experience life with her and call her grandma to children of our own, but until then I’ll enjoy seeing her light up with pride as she loves on all my nieces & nephews.  She is a wonderful woman, this lady that I call mom.  

She’s got the softest hands and hair that I love to run my fingers through.  It’s these little things we’ll all miss when our mothers are gone, so this Mother’s Day, celebrate that lady in your life.  Love on her.  She needs you.  You need her.  She gave it all for you.  Return the gift and notice her.  Really notice her.  All she has done.  All she still does.  All she is & is yet becoming.  Well up with pride because THAT is YOUR mother & no one else is like her!!!  Happy Mother’s Day mom!  I love you!
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I Am A Writer

5/4/2015

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Little did I know when I arose last Friday morning that by the end of that afternoon, I would never see myself the same again.  And by the end of the next day, the world would glisten and speak to me like it never had before.  I feel as though a Disney Princess arose from the ashes.  Like the birds are singing my song, the flowers are dancing to the beat of my heart & the drops of rain that poured yesterday were the shedding of tears of years (& years & years) of me just not getting it.

Now I don’t mean, not getting it as in not being enough, not meeting up to the world or even God’s standards… as I have tried to do so many many times.  I mean, I got another piece of who I am and Whose I am.  Things I never saw about my childhood, my past, myself, the way my inner self strums my heartstrings to sing to the tune of everything that surrounds me.  I came alive in a whole new way this weekend.  Like beauty from ashes, corn after a good rain and a hot humid day.  I came alive!  

I discovered me.  Parts that weren't even hiding.  Pieces that I utilize every day but never noticed them.  God gives and He takes away.  He destined me to be at The Jumping Tandem Writer’s Retreat this weekend.  I never even knew I was a writer my entire life until Friday afternoon while sitting in a room of 10 other women.  An exercise that revealed so much about me, yet was the simplest thing I’d ever done (well almost).  God is awesome like that.  He speaks so clearly in simplicity.

I am a writer.
I have cherished hand-written letters back and forth with my grandparents for years now and have said that this will be one thing I will dearly miss when they are gone.
I still send old-fashioned cards to friends and family alike.  To celebrate them, to grieve with them, to love them.
I've written stories, poems and lyrics to get me through the darkest of days since I was elementary.
I take notes and light up a book with revelations like a lightning bug.
I give of myself through love letters, speeches, funeral memorials and social media.
I am a writer.

For too many years to even count, many people have told me to share my stories, my life and my heart, with the world around me through written world.  Through books.  I love to communicate… that really means talk, so I’ve never thought much of writing.  That is until God “tricked” me into writing a chapter in a soon-to-be-published book with 19 other incredible women sharing their overcoming, triumphant and powerful stories.  Now it’s all I think about.  And I’m scared.  I mean I was scared.  Until Friday afternoon… when I realized God really did know who He referred through a dear friend of mine, to be a writer in this shake ‘em up book.  Before this, I was beginning to wonder if He mixed up name tags that day.  I was beginning to wonder why I ever said YES.  A big, without hesitation, I know this is God kind of YES.  But. He. Knew.  He knew all along.  It’s time to share... My story.  My life.  My heart.  
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