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 grac
A journey of life, faith, and their messy mingling