I was lost

Happy New Year! I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on myself as a writer. I have always been a writer. It has been a safe place to discover myself. It is where I get to know myself. Because I have chosen to be a follower of Jesus, it has been a place of shelter for me to wrestle through my issues of trust in my relationship with an unseen presence in my life.

I have enjoyed the writing of many authors and have often been able to identify with their struggles and triumphs, but let face it, their story is not my story. I have kept my story hidden in my heart for many years. A few decades ago, God began to impress on me to share my story, but I refused to be that vulnerable.

Finally in 2013 I went to a women’s writing conference, SheSpeaks. There I gathered with hundreds of women who were ready to tell their stories. I still refused to tell the story God gave me, but I was willing to admit that I was called  to write. It was shortly after, I started this blog. Originally my blog was just short God stories. I tried to copy the style of other authors I had read. But needless to say, that didn’t last long because although those stories were real, they were not the real message of my heart.

November 2014, I began to take more of risk and began to tell MY story. I learned so much about myself and my relationship with Jesus Christ. I wrote to find healing and purpose in the pain of life. I shared my story with a few people and had mixed reactions. Some found it helpful, others were bored and confused.

So I joined a community of writers through Compel Training. I was so inspired and encouraged through this community, but it eventually I began to compare myself to others and I lost who I was. I am not a devotional writer. I’m not an inspirational writer. I don’t have a message I am dying for you to know. I don’t have a gift with stringing words together like Ann Voskamp or Patsy Claremont. I love reading their material, but that is not who I am.

I am just one woman walking along the path we call life. Sometimes, I walk alone and sometimes I ask others to walk with me. If you are reading this, thank you for walking with me. As part of my blog I have a tab where you can follow my story. It is through this story that I open the window to my soul, you are welcome to have a peek.


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