These days, I am the wife of a crazy redheaded lumberjack, the mother of seven amazing kids, a homeschool mom, a writer, an anti-human trafficking activist, and a compassionate entrepreneur.
I've been a writer as long as I could write. The downstairs bathroom was my childhood office and the toilet lid was my desk. I found quiet and solitude there, perfect for my childhood writing. As a teen, I processed fears, beliefs, joy, and all my strange ideas in my beanbag chair writing-lab.
By college, I desired to change the world through psychology, but instead psychology changed me. I went back to what I knew... writing... and found myself working on my college newspaper. At the same time I was a misfit ministry student who wanted to change the world, but I started to doubt myself and God's plan for me. I stumbled around a lot over the next several years, doing things that seemed logical, getting jobs, seeking promotions, getting married, buying a home... I did it all my way.
Then one day, God took it all. He wrecked my life -- the one I had built -- and led me through years of wilderness while He shaped me, carved me, humbled me, and began to prepare me to do it all His way. Along the journey, I remarried, had a bunch of children, and found myself being a small ripple-making world-changer with a desire to write again, to inspire and to teach others.
I wear a lot of hats, but of this I am sure: that no matter how much or how little I know, God chooses the weak, so He can use even me. Whatever I do, I do for His glory. May that be always evident in all I do.