Facing My Fear

Writing started as an escape, a way to handle what was going on around me on a day to day basis. From the time, I put the pencil in my hand, I was in love. The freedom to explore my thoughts, my ideas and my struggles as life worked it's way around me. I cry when I write, I laugh, I stop, I think. Writing gives me a place to discover and explore what I am thinking and what I want to say. I rehearse on the page.

My audience used to be myself, my God and anyone who violated my space, snuck in my room and read my words (they think I don't know). Today, I am ready, ready to share, ready to laugh out loud and cry with those who may need encouragement. I often have thought that I have nothing to say of interest to anyone. I mean, who really cares about what I have to say? Contradictory to everything I tell my writers, I, myself, hide behind a journal. Today, I am ready...I think...to share a piece of my story with you. To follow my own lead as a writer and teacher of writing. To write for a real audience.

My purpose now is to encourage anyone who may struggle with what life throws at them. To show my readers that my God is a God who answers and protects, in ALL circumstances. I am only who I am and where I am today because of a decision. A decision to follow God with all my heart, mind and soul.

My encouragement comes from a good friend, one who believes "everyone has a story."

Today is a new beginning for me and I hope you will follow me on my journey (as scary as it is, even right now).