So it begins… with a salty mix of fear and trepidation, and childlike giddiness. With silent reverence for all that has gone before and humble submission to the One who beckons me forward.
This blog began so many years ago like a seed planted in the dark, dry earth, teeming with life though encased in its protective shell, yet unwilling to burst forth and push through to the surface.
So many have cheered me on along the way, not the least of which a precious friend who passed away suddenly and unexpectedly exactly three years ago last week. I remember Steve Malakowsky’s encouragement (more accurately experienced as “gentle insistence”) that I begin writing because my life had just been too full and rich with God’s incredible blessings and its stories cried out to be told.
Though Steve is no longer with us, his words have refused to stop breathing, prodding, reminding… along with those of numerous others spoken over the years.
So here we go. Finally. I throw caution and fear of vulnerability to the wind. And I begin.