About Me
More years ago than I care to admit, I once was a little girl exploring my grandparents’ small farm in Ohio, as though I was Laura Ingall’s Wilder living in the big woods. My childhood struggles were far different than experienced by Laura, but there was truly something therapeutic in running barefoot through fields and forest like a woodland nymph, feeling the heartbeat of the earth in my chest and the power of God in the wind. It’s something beyond rational comprehension.
I was an early riser in those days, often up before dawn. In the winter it meant I would need to toss a couple logs on the fire, something I managed well despite my age. In the summer I woke as the light of day was just creeping through the windows, tinting the room in various shades of grey. Quietly slipping out of the house, I headed to the barn and fearlessly climbed the old rung ladder into the hay loft to watch the sun lift into the sky. Its morning brightness glistened magically over the dew covered field.
The morning chores started once the sun was up and my grandfather would give me simple tasks, like gathering eggs from under crotchety hens still snug in their hay filled nests or pouring grain for Bessie as he tugged and squeezed her teets, balanced atop his one-legged stool, making sprays of foamy, cream-filled milk ring rhythmically against the side of his shiny pail. It was a skill I never acquired, though I tried. Those were tough times in my young life and my grandfather was the one person I trusted most in this world. This blog is in part, in honor of him and the lessons I learned on that little farm so many years ago. They are as much a part of me today as they ever were.
Primarily this blog was started in an effort to serve faithfully with the gifts God has given. I haven’t always been so humble or obedient, but thankfully I’ve found my way after a long, arduous journey. By degree I am a registered dietitian and I apologize in advance for the occasional glimpses into this reality, whether through advice or those moments when my clinical objectivity creeps into my writing. It can make things a little dry and pasty. My aim is to share my heart and the truth God has so compassionately shared with me. I am a teacher by his design and look forward to doing just that as I share my journey.
Who Am I?
Like so many women, I wear many hats. My days start early caring for little people and preparing for my other life as a dietitian in long term care. Most of my writing is done in the evenings when the house is quiet and the little ones are recharging for the new day.
I am called as a wife and mother, though presently I am a divorced mother with two biological daughters and three foster children I will soon be adopting. I am grateful for God’s unwavering presence and encouragement. I’ve struggled against discouragement for months and he has been so good to me despite this.
Life is a journey, an adventure. Sometimes the path is smooth and the water is calm; other times it’s like a raging rapid, threatening our very existence. It’s during these times that God becomes real to us, and his truth can set us free. That’s why I’m here, a voice crying out in the wilderness, seeking to help bring truth to all those who are searching.
In Search of Truth?
I would love to hear from you if you have any questions or stories to share, or even if you just want to say hello.