It was exactly ten years ago when the desire to write was ignited inside of me. I remember the moment like it was yesterday.  I was taking an undergraduate creative writing class.  We wrote memoirs, plays, and sonnets.  This type of writing I enjoyed because the stories came from within me, and they were a part of me.  I didn't realize I had stories until that class.  It was like a lid was taken off all of the thoughts I held within me.  I felt free to share the words on paper that I dared not speak because of the fear of being misunderstood.

Lately, I have been struggling with time management. The number of things vying for my attention can be overwhelming.  From the dozens of ideas running through my mind daily to wanting to utilize every gift the Father has blessed me to possess, and I can't forget the responsibilities I have as a person, wife, and mother.

Our marriage has been an example of His ways and thoughts being higher than ours. I know for certain that we had not the slightest idea of how He would work in our marriage and our lives.  At 20 and 21, our faith was lukewarm.  We lacked knowledge.  We didn't have examples of lifelong, healthy marriages.  So to be here today, I know that is only by God's hands.