I crave storytelling. I couldn't stay gone. I need this: I need inspiration to be stirred within me, and I need to have a voice in this world. Willing myself to wait, I've turned all the ideas in my head over like garden soil, waiting for the best time to plant again.
I admit to feeling intimidated. There are hundreds- no, thousands of women far more qualified to write this blog than I am. I keep thinking to myself, "Who do you think you are?" No one special. Still, God has given us all a story to tell.
This one is mine.