Why Blog?

I think one professor would call this a memoir. I have another who might call this an atrocity of writing.

You can call it what you would like and it can be what it may, but I hope it is a place of meaning, purpose, and thoughts here might fill some other hearts with hope.

In authors of long ago, I have found friendship and beauty. Through the works of faith and the writings of Believers gone before, I have found wisdom and courage in dark places.

Last Christmas I let apart of me go in the form of a present to my sister. It was humbling. A story closely entwined with my own life that has followed my mind and haunted my steps finally found its voice in written text. I don’t know if it will ever be published. Frankly, I don’t think it is worth publishing, but if anything, if just for her, maybe I’ll try. Maybe one will read it, maybe two…

It won’t matter.

Because the point is:

That world is dark, lonely, chaotic, ever changing, reeking of death, filled with loss, full of hopelessness, and paramount with pain. Every day that passes, we will never get back again, so what am I doing with my every moment? Maybe a small amount of hope can be shared in the 10 minutes it took to write this.

In my testimony, Christ used a great cloud of witness who have written before me, in moments of my own darkness to be a mirror pointing to the lights of heaven. CS Lewis, Charles Dickens, Lee Strobel, St. Augustine, George McDonald, and so many others crawled into the cracks of my mind and erased my dark thoughts with light.

My words will NEVER be as eloquent as theirs, but because of the encouragement of my husband, I have found that written words is away I can share what God has done and what He is doing in my own way.

These my book and other writings may be full of mistakes, but in a raw hurting world, I hope a little honesty and a little worded hope will be an honour to my Saviour; and maybe a small glimmer of hope to another soul.