Who Am I?
Sometimes it feels like I’ve forgotten how to answer that question. Who have I become? I’ve changed over the years. Don’t we all?
This is who I am. I am a Dreamer. A creator.
I am a Wife. A Mother. Who loves her husband and her daughter with all of her heart.
I am a Traveler. A Wanderer. A Writer.
I am a deep soul. I am a child of a King.
A friend. A visionary. Leader.
I am a Warrior.
I have fought a battle.
A battle that led me to where I am today.
That changed me.
That is now part of my story.
I am a Warrior.
Creating this blog.
Because I want to.
Because I HAVE to.
God gave me a gift.
The gift of writing.
From the time I was a little girl,
The pen has always been in my hand.
Spiral notebooks filled with the writings of my heart.
The creative imaginings from my mind.
I’ve traveled the world.
I’ve lived abroad.
I’ve climbed across volcanoes and looked down into the depths of its crater.
I’ve climbed mountains –
Literally and figuratively.
I’ve married my soulmate. The one who I could never imagine my life without him. Who I would follow to the ends of the earth.
I’ve brought our beautiful little girl into this world. She is the light of our lives!
I’ve fought a battle.
An illness called postpartum depression.
I’ve learned that healing is sometimes a long journey.
I’ve seen that God works in Mysterious ways.
That He is the ultimate Healer.
I’ve been wounded.
And I’ve been healed.
I have fallen.
And I have risen.
Through all of this,
I know in my heart that I have so much to say.
And so I want to help others.
I want to share my journey with others.
To share with others what I’m learning
Through this beautiful, But sometimes, hard, thing called Life.
I want to talk about my travels.
I want to make you laugh.
Sometimes what I write might make you cry.
I write because I have to. It gives me purpose.
I would be honored to have you walk alongside me. To hear my stories.
For you to know you’re not alone.
I want to be real.
I want you to see the Beauty.
I walk along the path
Finding that there are unexpected twists and turns.
There are mountains to climb,
Rivers to cross.
Flower-filled meadows to dance through.
At times, our compass stops working.
We get lost.
And we find our way again.
Just keep on going, I will.
Backpack upon my shoulders,
Compass in my hands.
Mountains and valleys ahead in view, I continue to walk.
Life is a beautiful journey,
And I don’t want to be afraid
To step outside my door.
There’s a whole world out there, And I cannot wait to see it!
My hope for myself, and for you, is this:
“Let Faith, NOT Fear, be your compass.”