What a powerful gift teachers yield when breathing life and purpose into a child. My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Topitzes, told me I was a writer, so that is who I became.
I knew from that point forward I would write a book, but life meandered without the slightest hint of what to write about. Instead, I wrote to God. Letter after letter is buried under my bed professing my heart and my pain. Why was life so hard?
Little did I know God already knew the subject of my book while I was still in the fifth grade. I just had to live a lifetime to understand the story.
My expertise is not because I am a pastor, theologian, or a Bible scholar. My training comes from sinning, falling on my face, wandering without purpose, and years of pushing through with my own will only to end up nowhere.
Does any of this sound familiar?
I felt very alone. He waited for me to stop living life only for myself and start living for Him. He waited for me to see Him.
I am a mother of two and stepmother of four with a Noah’s Ark of two guinea pigs, two cats, and two dogs. My husband grew up in the country, and he believes all animals should live outside. I grew up in the city and feel all animals should live inside. We compromised. The animals live indoors, but none can sleep in our bed.
Thank you so much for reading! Are you tired of listening to the lies of the deceiver? I know I was. Please know there is a better way because God carries you in the palm of His hand. You are so very precious to Him.