I am a Jesus follower, wife, missionary, mama, writer, and designer. I've been blogging for a really long time. In fact, I started my first blog when I was 14 (nearly 12 years ago). Nowadays, I use the outlet of blogging less for venting my frustrations and more for recording the things I see God doing.
I am a Jesus follower. A Christian. I am sold out. Nothing holds my heart but Him.
I am married to an incredible man of God. There was a time in my life that I thought I'd never marry. Boy was I wrong... and I wouldn't have it any other way. After five years of infertility, we finally had a little boy named Josiah.
I am a missionary in the inner-city of St. Louis, Missouri. I work and live in a little neighborhood called Hyde Park. It's broken, and desolate, and a war zone, and beautiful, and healing. I plan to raise my kids here.I hope they love it as much as I do.
I self-published my first novel in March of 2013. I've love to write since I was 11 years old-- so much that I decided to go to college for it. If you look back far enough in the archives of this blog, you'll find some of my old poetry and essays from when I was young and impressionable. If you'd like to check out my novel, you can buy a copy HERE.
After finishing a degree in Literature, I shifted gears and decided I wanted to be an interior designer. I got a certification for it in 2011, and I have used it in so many different crafts besides just interior decorating. I sew, I craft, I draw, and I just really love design.
This is me in a nutshell. I hope you are touched by what I write here. Please don't hesitate to look around and let me know what you think!
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