I’m simple, really. Many call me friend. Some call me sister. A few call me daughter. One calls me wife. And for now, just one calls me mom. Yet, none of these define me.
I am a creature made for worship, destined to bring just 1 glory. My composition is unique, my gifts are specific, and my call is high.
For now, I make His glory known by loving my husband, training my children, and obeying when He says, “Step out.” And, I write. It’s my way of breathing, expressing, sharing, learning…
I hope it encourages you to come up here. You, like me, were made to eat from the heights.