So this is all about me.

There are not many things or places or times in this life when it’s all about me. It feels so very indulgent, selfish even. I’m exposing myself and, well, I’m a vulnerable little flower.

I’m a vulnerable little blossom with a lot to say. When I was 12 years old, God used a prophet to call me to be a writer. “I want to but I don’t have a story, Lord, ” I replied. That day I joined the ranks of those in the Bible who had excuses for not jumping into the call of the Lord - even when they really wanted to. Over the following ten years or so God sent about five more prophets all telling me that God had called me to write.

I’m here to tell you that I have tried and kept on trying. I have written and written and I keep on writing whatever God tells me to write.

If you stick around here long enough, you might even hear something from God. I’d rather write about Him than tell you about myself but I think you’re going to get both.