(a little too much about me…not that you asked!)

I speak and though I may struggle at times and though I may often remain silent – I never have a shortage of words.
I write but not necessarily so anyone will read it.
I write more easily than I speak
but I’m embarrassed more by my writing.
Writing is my heart!
I’ve come to the conclusion that most of my works will be published posthumously…or burned.

I love cinnamon drops, orange slices, and strong, strong coffee.

I love the Bible!
I love reading – but I don’t read fiction. I love used books and used bookstores.
I don’t watch TV except for a few cooking shows.  I don’t cook!

I love people (especially the elderly)!
I believe in honor.
I love my family and value my heritage.
It always bothered me that my dad left this world giving no fatherly blessing and inheritance until I read in the Bible about the tribes of Levi and that their inheritance was the Lord Himself.
I claim that. I claim Him!

I believe in forgiveness and mercy and grace…lots and lots of grace.
Forgiving those I thought I never could or should or would
healed me and changed me for eternity.
I never want to pass up the opportunity to forgive
as I have been forgiven so much!

I don’t mind criticism if I can convince myself it serves a purpose.
I laugh at my own jokes way more than I should.
I love to laugh.

I love to dream and I dream BIG! Most of my dreams involve God’s healing power and deliverance; miracles and salvation! I dream of fruit. Lots and lots of fruit. I pray that one day I see that dream come to pass with my natural eyes – all for HIS GLORY!

I love surprises though I am rarely surprised. My favorite surprise is that quickening in my spirit when the Holy Ghost reveals something to me.

One of my prized possessions is an organ dad gave mom when I was a little girl. 
Though I wish I did, I can’t play it. No, my ability stops at “Mary Had A Little Lamb.”
I have been blown away by the revelation of Jesus as the Lamb of God. The perfect sacrifice. Violin music and songs about the Lamb of God always make me cry.

I have always told myself I could do anything I set my mind to if I don’t quit.
I have quit a few things.
I have learned over the years to tell myself (and repeat and repeat again)– quitting is not an option.

I hate drama.
I am serious about the things and people I invest myself in.
I don’t have many close friends. Most of the time I am quite fine alone but there are moments…whew! I deal with times of incredible and intense loneliness.

I’ve often thought I would love to create a group and place only for the lonely. There would not be a venue on this earth big enough to fit such a community…though most won’t come because they’ll never admit it…so maybe we’ll just meet in my livingroom.

I am called to love the poor and the poor in spirit and those no one seems to want. That one on the outside looking in, the “broken” ones. Oh, I won’t coddle them as I am sure not called to do that. I am called – to deliver the captives.

I love to pray so I love praise reports. I love to study and teach the Bible and even preach a sermon or two. I am called to make disciples; aren’t we all?

I feel a call to the mission fields. I have been to Romania, Haiti, Tanzania and yes the byways of my own town. Every trip has sent me back changed. I know I will go to Africa again. How, when, and with whom…is in God’s hands.

Until then I want to do what I can. Love the ones in front of me today. Follow and obey His commands. Jesus told us to feed His sheep, feed them spiritually but also take care of their earthly needs.

I believe real love looks like something – maybe it looks like a Word but maybe it looks like a sandwich; a hug; maybe a blanket. Real love looks like TIME!

More than anything else, I LOVE JESUS! I truly want to be like Him!
I hope if you know me at all then you already knew that : )