You’d think at 45 I’d have lived some life, and I have. But the life I’m living now feels like the stuff dreams are made of. I’m reminded constantly of how God’s hand works. Often quietly, without glamour and glitz. Yet, if you look close, He is there, always.
I’m not exactly sure why I feel the need to start this blog, but…I do. Too many things are happening and I’m afraid that if I don’t record them somewhere, they will be lost.
So, here I go. Onto another adventure. This one with words and as I am sure you’ll quickly see, the adventure has been in the making for quite some time. It will take a while for all the pieces to fall into place, but….they will. Be patient. Soon, the picture will be evident, even in its ever-changing momentum forward.