Some stories are meant to be told.
I've always written, lessons, ministry resources, notes, thoughts, way to many to do lists.
But somewhere in the middle of a year I never would have chosen, writing became something more. I started paying attention to the details, the timing, the people, the scripture that kept showing up, the moments that looked ordinary until I realized they weren't. I started writing them down.
What I'm Writing Now
I’m currently writing a faith centered memoir about a season marked by surgeries, unexpected turns, grief, motherhood, ministry, and moments I still cannot explain apart from the faithfulness of God.
It isn’t a story about having enough strength.
It’s a story about discovering, over and over again, that God is faithful enough.
There are hospital rooms and ordinary Wednesdays. Hard conversations and ridiculous moments. Appointments that happened on the wrong day, people who showed up at exactly the right time, Scripture I could not seem to outrun, and details that only made sense when I looked backward.
And apparently, there was enough material for a book.
The story is still being written.