Writing is just one of those things I knew God meant me to do when I was still too young even to wrap my mind around the lines of it or wrap my fingers around the feeling. I often wonder how it can be that God uses a bit of clay like me to bless another in any significant way, but by grace, that’s what He delights to do. His power at work within each one of us pretty much blows me away every day. Each time I sit down to write, I ask Him if maybe something He’s written all over me could encourage and change you too; if maybe these words He gives me could draw you closer to Him somehow. He’s teaching me just to rest in His hand and trust Him with the offering.
I pray that out of his glorious richeshe may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
I am a daughter of the King and a Lowcountry, ocean-loving girl who married her soul mate–who is grace every day– twenty years ago. I still love him that giddy way and am happiest when we’re side-by-side. I’m mother to three shining souls whom God uses to teach me more than will fit on any page. They are beautiful, divinely creative, and limitlessly capable. Because of the things God has allowed in their lives, we know more than we ever thought we would about autism, juvenile diabetes, anxiety, and epilepsy; and they graciously allow me to share bits of their story. They allow me to see God’s glory far more clearly than I ever would have apart from them. More than anything, we all hope God will use us to bless and encourage you. We’re far from having things figured out, but instead continually ask God to place His hands on our eyes and teach us how to see, how to love, how to offer, how to give. Feel embraced. We don’t even have to know you to care about you.