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A Calling Perhaps

I have experienced a quiet little nudge for the past three months to write. It's the constant quiet voice that keeps repeating in my head and heart to write. Never in a million years did I think I could write. I always struggled with prepositional phrases and how to properly end a sentence. I often joke with my grammatically correct friend. I think I am a little jealous that she knows all the writing rules. Anyway, I digress. My heart and mind are overflowing with thoughts, feelings, dreams, and experiences that I have a burning desire to share. Life is a journey. I feel it is so much better to share life and all its intricacies with others. I am on a road of faith believing with all that I am; all that makes me up that I am led by a Savior to a destination of eternity. That road is a beautiful disaster. I am constantly being molded, stretched, pushed to my limits, full of abundant joy, experience great sorrow, scared, anxious, glad, content, unhappy, ungrateful, yet full of grace, mercy, and love. I cannot contain that which He is teaching me. I must get it out in some form. Thus, the blog that was once dedicated to my precious boys and family is now an outlet for mommy and wife. I am sure I will still post about the four beautiful blessings He has entrusted me with. However, this is a place for me...really a place for Him to be explored, shared, felt, and lived. I leave you with two verses that have gotten me through this life thus far. They are words that are a foundation to my life and who I am. "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on my and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek and find me when you seek me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11-14 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6

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Katie said…
I'm a blog stalker ;) so glad to have you back in the blogging world. I think a lot of women can relate to your post. Beautiful writing.

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