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Wow!  It's hard to believe it's been six months since I've entered anything into this blog.  Believe me it's not for want that I haven't.  It is really because I was in a very deep place which required me to withdraw from pretty much everyone and everything that I used to define myself by.  I really was in quite a dark night for a long time and the last few months have begun to signal the end of that dark night.  Thank goodness!! Another reason I haven't written is because I heard very clearly from God that I was not to write  another word publicly until he did two things.  First: remove me from the dark night and second: I was not to begin writing again until I had begun healing from the pain of the dark night.  (I wasn't really moving along very quickly through that part!) Have you ever experienced a dark night of the soul?  Wikipedia defines it this way:  a d ark night of the soul  is a  metaphor used to describe a pha...

Nineteen years ago when I met my husband I was in a place in my life where I content.  I was 26 years old, I had a successful life and I wasn't really looking for love so to speak.  I enjoyed male company, but really wasn't interested in settling down.  I'd been burned and left at the altar a year earlier, so let's just say I was a little gun shy.   In one week all three of the men I had been casually dating at the time decided they wanted more then just a dating relationship, they wanted to get more serious.  Well I was bound and determined I did not want anything serious, so one by one I ended the relationships, until I got to my husband.  He was insistent that we shouldn't stop seeing each other and that we were right for each other and that, "He could make me happy, just give him a chance."  Those were the words that sealed the deal for me that day.  The words every girl wants to hear, somebody wants to make me happy.  Yikes! How naive I ...

I am what the Bible refers to as a born again Christian, so my blog will undoubtably have a Christian world view to it. I explained to someone today, I am Christian.  I don't see being Christian as a religion, it is my culture.  A way of life, a lifestyle so to speak.  It's who I am. I haven't always had this understanding of Christianity though, in fact early on when I first became a "Born Again" Christian in 1998, I really looked at it as a choice to be or not be a Christian.  I guess in the beginning it kind of is.  However, as I've grown and become more and more committed to God and what I believe to be true about Him, I've changed my view of things.   It seems even if I want to run away from God or chose not to follow Him any longer, it's not so easy to do that.  When you ask Jesus Christ into your heart, He's there to stay.  He doesn't just give up on you when you have doubts, or question what you believe.  I've come to realize it tak...

To write or not to write that surely has been my question for a long time.  I've always had this desire to be a writer, this feeling like God created me with something people might actually want to read.  I could feel it in my bones.  I have to thank my not so encouraging grade 8 English teacher for stunting my growth as a writer though.  I can still hear her discouraging words telling me basically that I sucked at writing, and her recommendation that I transfer to a lower level class.  I can remember how devastated I was, because at that point I thought I had something to say, I thought I was the next Salinger.  I didn't know then nor did the school system that I had a learning disability that made it hard for me to express myself on paper.  No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it out in a way that was pleasing to Mrs. Bell.  I must say moving to the "dummy class" (as we referr...