Official Welcome
I started on my writing journey when I was a young girl; I remember first thing every morning planting myself in front of the family computer and typing away. Even before we had a computer, I can recall making books—folding a few sheets of printer paper in half and stapling the crease and “publishing” (by my standards, anyway) the short stories I had come up with. Quite a few of them are in my possession today, and boy are they…creative…to say the least! Poems about being annoyed with the girl who lived across the street, dramatic monologues about growing up in The Bronx and how rough it was (written in true, hardened-gangster fashion), and homilies—believe it or not.
A few years ago, I was going through the schoolwork and arts and crafts my mother had in storage and was surprised to see how much God-related content I had written as a child. Granted, some of it wasn’t exactly Biblically-sound and that’s what made for some uproarious laughs, but there were other written works that were really touching. At the very least, it showed me that I always had an appetite for the things of God.
As a young girl I loved going to church, I loved being involved whenever there was something going on for kids, and as my dad recently reminded me, I loved telling others that Jesus loved them. (Apparently, I was known for yelling that sentiment out of the car window as we drove back home from church. I don’t recall that, but I do remember at times making evangelistic signs and displaying them in the back window).
For reasons I’m still trying to figure out—other than being a sinner by nature—as much as I seemingly admired Jesus, I became extremely rebellious as I got older. My love for all things pertaining to Christ grew cold, and a newfound interest in older boys and inappropriate music rapidly flared up. Now, some of you may wonder how that’s any different from other normal teenagers, and in that respect it’s not. Most if not all teenagers go through a disobedient phase…but it’s exactly that: a phase. For me, my rebellion became my identity; it got to a point where I should've just changed my name to "Rebel". What's worse is that rebellion wasn't a solo traveler.
The little girl who crafted together books about Jesus is now the woman who knows His faithfulness for herself and continues to keep written records. Now they consist of God's endless mercies and unrelenting love. These are those records.
