October 24, 2016

to dwell in hope

Ever read/hear something and it smacks you fresh and new and applicable all over again even if it may be the dozenth time you've read it?
Be it a story, a song you've loved for ages, an article, a quote or a Scripture verse, I have a feeling God loves to teach us, His children, with a spiral approach.
Typical the spiral approach is used in textbooks. My homeschool colors are showing here.
But I am learning this method of learning is used in life. Whether we like it or not.

And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9

Last year, especially around this time, was when I learned what the "In my weakness, He is strong" really looked like when the lesson manifested itself in my immense physical weakness post-surgeries. Now though? What goes around comes around.
The last two weeks or so have been full. Mainly with good. But one disappointment in the midst of me just trying to do my best by my job, my family, my friends, my edits, et cetera. And that disappointment left me reeling, if I'm honest. I've tried to write it out in a post three times now. This is what I've come up with finally.
Have you ever been there?
After being in a place where you thought you heard God's voice loud and clear, the peace was inexplicable and bright and so you followed through. Dusted off hopes cautiously, took them off the shelf and tried to open your heart, keep expectations reasonable and just enjoy the process. But then it was not to be--and it wasn't your choice.
It hurts.
Doubts swell, trust dwindles, but you power through, do the next thing, busy yourself and zero-in on work. Anything to take your mind off those nagging thoughts of, What wasn't I enough of? What was I too much of? Am I not deserving enough? What did I do wrong? among countless others.
I think a more apt term for this type of exhausting disappointment is a hope deferred. And even Scripture talks about how hope deferred makes the heart sick. It's in Proverbs.
I will never not entirely forget the fact that my ultimate hope for eternal salvation is Christ. That that is my end goal, that this life is just a temporary home. I asked Jesus into my heart at five years old and even with everything that's happened to me and my family thus far in my young life, I have never renounced that. My faith and trust in the Lord has had its fair share of blows. And I'm sure before I die there will be many, many more.
But can I be honest here?
Keeping an eternal perspective is incredibly hard in the day to day. Especially if you're like me and can swing too far to one extreme in this thinking and stomp on your heart's hurts with a harsh, "It's not the end of the world. Be grateful. So many people have had it worse than you. How can you claim to be a Christian if you don't trust God unswervingly and happily 24/7?"
There is a difference between self-pity and being kind to yourself--treating yourself and speaking to yourself in such a way as God wants you to. And I'm still learning that. Can I get an amen?
But that's a topic for a different time.
This last week after this latest particular hope deferred has seen me tired. Both physically and in heart. I've tried to keep my eyes on eternity, count my blessings, preach truth to myself--but I've failed. I'm that weak. It reminds me of how baby-deer-like my legs were this time last year. When it's a physical weakness, especially of such magnitude, we're forced to rest it. Why don't we do the same with our hearts when they're tired, wrung out, hurting, stretched too-thin or drowning?

We dwell on the hopes deferred and insecurities, the anxiety and worry, the pain and soul fatigue and let it consume us. Until we're paralyzed. It's just like what I was cautioned to be aware of last year in physical therapy: keep up with the exercises. Even if its just one set one day if you're sore. Keep it up or the muscles will atrophy.

And for hearts? Especially the sore ones? This may mean just simply crying and admitting your pain, bewilderment and weakness aloud. Because even in this communication that can feel like we're far from "good Christians," we are uncurling our arms from around our middle, opening up, glancing up if even for a few seconds, and letting God carry us. It is humbling, it is hard, but we have to let God carry us. He can take our weakness, our feelings of utter failure and disappointment and insecurities battering our thoughts.
For those of us that know Him, our hope for eternal salvation is secure. Unmoving.
But more than this--oh, so much more--the hope our gracious Father God extends goes before us, hems us in from behind and flanks us on either side to light our way. We just have to remember to look up to see it and not dwell on the hopes deferred for the umpteemth time--but on the Truest Hope whose name is Love. The sweetest of Loves that came down and is never not pursuing our weary, wayward hearts.

October 20, 2016

Keep Holding On by Melissa Tagg | My Review

An apple orchard, a Midwestern autumn, homecomings, family strength in the midst of brokenness, and holding onto the source of hope.
All this and more has made Melissa Tagg's third Walker Family novel my favorite. And it moved me to tears. Twice.

Beckett Walker and Kit Danby grew up together in Maple Valley, Iowa. Two peas in a pod, they stuck together through thick and thin during high school. But years later into their late twenties find them out of contact entirely for six years after one fateful night. And until one wedding day where Beckett Walker finally returns home to Maple Valley for his cousin's wedding and to set things right with his past in his hometown that, if left ignored, could affect his future. Before he can see his cousin get married, he's arrested. By Kit Danby's ex.
And Kit sees all this. Bowled over by Beckett being home--and at the same time, no less--Kit is feeling the lull of the land where her grandparents' apple orchard farm sits in disrepair.
And neither she nor Beckett know quite how to resume a long ago best friendship that never should've ended, mutually missed the last six years of their lives. Only further complicating their hearts and futures that surely must be anywhere but in Maple Valley.
What follows is a breathtaking journey into the fact that God laughs when we try and tell Him our plans, a journey of restoration, healing and replanting.
Replanting two scarred hearts that once found refuge in each other, and want to again, but will too much time have passed to allow each other back in again for Beckett and Kit?
Will tragedy tear apart the tender shoots of an old love that feels new? And will they both have to hold close to the surest and strongest hope of the sovereign Lord that only requires their willing hearts?
Find out in this warm, touching story from Melissa Tagg.

Swoon-worthy Romance. Small-town Charm. Best friends reunite in Tagg's latest novel of second chances and enduring love. 

Beckett Walker hasn't stepped foot in Maple Valley in years. There's no getting past the painful memories, and there's every chance he'll be arrested as soon as he shows his face. Which is exactly what happens when he finally returns. Suddenly his dream of adventure as a military lawyer comes skidding to a halt. 

Horticulturist Kit Danby has spent too much time missing home and her childhood best friend--Beckett Walker. Now she might have a shot at reclaiming both. After years of living abroad, she returns to run her family's apple orchard. She has one season to turn a profit and impress the father she barely knows. But she can't do it alone. 

It should be simple: Beckett needs community service hours. Kit needs a helping hand. But there's more at stake than either of them planned. With a tangled past and futures that look nothing alike, they'll have to find a way to weather the storms of the present . . . or risk losing everything.
Melissa Tagg is a former reporter, current nonprofit grant writer and total Iowa girl. She writes romantic comedies in the banter-filled style of her favorite 1930s and 40s classic films. The second book in her popular Walker Family series, Like Never Before, was named by Publishers Weekly to their spring 2016 "Religion and Spirituality" Top 10 list. When she's not writing she can be found hanging out with the coolest family ever, watching old movies, and daydreaming about her next book. Melissa loves connecting with readers at www.melissatagg.com and on Facebook and Instagram.

October 17, 2016

Getting Back to the Heart

My writing mini-retreat spot in a nearby park from last week.
I recently did an edit/read-thru of Amongst the Roses. And I hadn't worked on its sequel since the spring. Lo and behold, rereading the first book helped. In theory. I began rereading/editing through what I have of the sequel--52K words. I missed the characters, my heart ached, soared, warmed as I read on.

I was also reminded of something as a very dizzyingly happy and busy life resumes for me here and I soldier on in this writing dream.
Writing is a form of worship. Hence the title of the post. I'm getting back to the heart of (writing) worship...
Worship is giving glory to God. Thanking Him. Acknowledging His work, His great love, and telling it back. More often than not worship evokes the sound of singing. And I dearly love to sing. Albeit not well, but I digress.

What happens when we neglect worship? Time in His presence? Recalling to mind His goodness, mercy and deep, deep love?
There is burn out. Frustration. More anxiety. And we lose sight of the eternal perspective we must strive to have to properly focus everything under God and His purposes first and foremost.
I don't know about you but I can struggle with checklists. I'm a lister, and too often I overcomplicate things by them. A list of requirements like "Should Be's", "Must Be's," "Can't Be's". Goals are not inherently bad. Far from it. But it is when goals and lists morph into boxes that limit God. Subconsciously. Warped to our own specific thoughts as to what would be most ideal, what we need--what is safe.
All I'm learning in life, and especially in this writing dream, is that we can't put God in a box. There's His grace for it all. Even the burnt out times we will all inevitably face. Take it from me, someone who knows and will hopefully learn:
Don't take for granted those dry burn-out seasons. Let your empty hands slap to your sides, huff and puff and tear your hair out and shut up the comparison game quick and ask God what He has for you to learn.
I guarantee it'll be something beautiful.
That will then be turned into worship:
Written into your next story.

October 13, 2016

Can't Help Falling by Kara Isaac | Review & Giveaway!

Second occasion in a year to fangirl over a Kara Isaac book? Heck yes please.
And look! I met her a little over a month ago! Freaking out and flailing about.

Oh my gosh. This book. On a scale from brussel sprouts to cotton candy this book was Turkish Delight. Layered, sweet, tangy and dusted with snow-like powdered sugar at the end. Props to my dear friend Barbara for coming up with this unique ranking system that is all her and I'm only borrowing for special occasions.
When I heard the title, Can't Help Falling, it reminded me of the old, classic song and I figured it fit since it was a contemporary romance. Oh my, but it is so much more. For one: there is quite a lot of literal falling in the book from both Emelia Mason and Peter Carlisle. And two: a lot of falling into God's steadfast grace that covers brokenness.
The Narnian influence is strong in this book, but not in ways you would expect at first glance. Mrs. Isaac boldly included classic Narnia cameos like the wardrobe, the lamppost and even Reepicheep, but what she did with the heart of the Narnia stories for her story's world and characters--oh, what wonderful execution! She deftly wove their threads of redemption and hope into every page of her book--even the bleak moments where I wanted to shake the characters until they met in a lover's embrace once more. The joy is in every part of the journey though and I was so thrilled with how everything came together!
Filled with sugar, spice, antique shops, purely British sports, more than a dash of drama and heavy intrigue, Kara Isaac's sophomore novel set in Oxford England was a glad story to devour. She writes with such a bold humor, peppered with a work-in-progress hero and heroine that it just instantly welcomed me in to ride the crazy journey alongside Emelia and Peter, enjoy catching up with Allie and Jackson from Close to You, and stay up until 1am last Thursday night finishing their magnificent story.
(Keep reading for more about the book AND a chance for you to win a paperback copy! Giveaway for US Readers only)

A funny, heartfelt romance about how an antique shop, a wardrobe, and a mysterious tea cup bring two C.S. Lewis fans together in a snowy and picturesque Oxford, England.

Emelia Mason has spent her career finding the dirt on the rich and famous. But deep down past this fearless tabloid-reporter façade, there’s a nerdy Narnia-obsessed girl who still can’t resist climbing into wardrobes to check for the magical land on the other side. When a story she writes produces tragic results, she flees to Oxford, England—home to C.S. Lewis—to try and make amends for the damage she has caused.

Peter Carlisle was on his way to become one of Great Britain’s best rowers—until he injured his shoulder and lost his chance at glory. He’s determined to fight his way back to the top even if it means risking permanent disability to do so. It’s the only way he can find his way past failing the one person who never stopped believing in his Olympic dream.

When Peter and Emelia cross paths on her first night in Oxford, the attraction is instant and they find common ground in their shared love of Narnia. But can the lessons from a fantasyland be enough to hold them together when secrets of the real world threaten to tear them apart? Cobblestone streets, an aristocratic estate, and an antique shop with a curious wardrobe bring the world of Narnia to life in this inspiring and romantic story about second chances.

Kara Isaac is an award-winning writer who lives in Wellington, New Zealand, where her career highlights include working in tourism as Private Secretary for the Prime Minister. She loves great books almost as much as she loves her husband and two Hobbit-sized children.
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October 10, 2016

Life's a Climb, but the View is Great

I took a hike this past Thursday. Not a true mountainous hike, but one through the hilly woods of a nearby county park.
And it was glorious.
When I paused long enough to look around and see all there was to see.
My two new hips are still that--brand new. I want to keep as much mileage as possible on them. And I so, so didn't want to trip and fall or pull something. I just wanted to be out in nature, soaking up the stillness, the sunshine and letting my heart breathe in the swift work God did just in that day alone. Not to mention the last year. I'll leave it at this: He provided. And He was not late.

Still getting used to walking without a hint of a limp for the first time in twelve years means I kept my eyes on the dirt path in front of me. Practically the entire time. Breathing well, occasionally biting my lip stepping around thorny bushes or treading carefully over ruts and roots and fallen trees.
I don't want to fall.
Who likes falling? Who enjoys getting hurt, having hopes deferred? Detours?
No matter how laser-focused we keep to the path set before us, there will be muddy patches. Deep ruts that trip us up. Surprise detours that lead equally daunting ways. And no matter how closely we keep our eyes on the path--we won't ever get it perfect. Not on our own.
I almost picked up a walking stick to use on my hike the other day. But then I remembered I didn't need it anymore. But it could've helped me slow my pace, be a good support to further prevent a potential fall, and therefore enable me to walk with my head up, not just gazing down at the path.
But I soldiered on, enjoying the burning in my lungs, the breeze in my face and the sunshine at my back.
How often do we do that in life?
We edge away from our Father God, let go of His hand, even, and go "I got this."
And He just smiles and keeps on staying steady-on thinking, "Oh ye of little faith. If you only could look up and see Me and all I have for you."
When I decided to turn around and backtrack towards the hill that led up to the pavillion where I parked, I took the route back a little slower. Pausing now and again to snap a few photos of the glorious woods, and lower my head into my hands and go "Wow that was fast, God."
When the days/weeks/okay, months previous I had been wanting to kick something every other hour some days going, "How long, oh Lord?! Come on!"
And on that still, breathtaking walk in the woods, when I took the time to look up from the path, take a break and just breathe--I heard Him.
This life is not our home. The road gets messy. It hurts. And often.
All else but God.
This last year I had a lot, (not everything or everyone), but a lot stripped away. And I will never not have questions. But in the grand, eternal scheme of things--they don't matter. It's when I keep too focused with my oft-near sighted soul that the tremendous truths of God's immensely detailed and perfect plan, His never-late but seldom early ideal timing, I miss.

God knows when every single leaf falls in the woods. How much more does He care for us, made in His image? And just think of the care He takes in establishing our roots, enabling us to grow? He so longs for us--me--to take joy in the journey. To look up, thank Him, and keep going with a heart more full of faith, hope and love.
And that is what I learned on my hike last week. Hearkening to mind the words of Paul from the book of Ephesians:
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
Ephesians 3:17-21

October 6, 2016

Waves of Mercy by Lynn Austin | My Review

Confession: I was poised to like this book before I cracked the spine open. It's a Lynn Austin novel. An author who, from my girlhood, has dazzled me with her tales of times gone by, twists and turns and romance and so much steadfast faith. She is an author who inspired me to write.
That being said, this book now falls on my Favorites list of hers right beneath her Refiner's Fire trilogy set during the Civil War. And I've read almost every single one of her books now.

Dutch immigrant and woman of faith Geesje de Jonge, in the sunset of her years, is tasked with sharing a memoir of sorts for her town of Holland, Michigan's centennial in 1897. What unfolds is a breathtakingly powerful and faith-filled tale of her girlhood in the Netherlands when she faced religious persecution, a first love, a broken heart when torn away from her homeland following her parents to America--the place they deemed God's will led them to in order to worship freely. The reader gets to watch Geesje grow up, challenge her parents' rock solid faith at every turn, as well as wondering at God's sovereignty when life sends multiple storms--both literal and figurative--crashing over her life. The back and forth between Geesje's past and her present is beautifully done, keeping me guessing up till the very end, so expertly has Austin struck that fine balance of a story within a story.

And speaking of storms, I cannot neglect to mention Chicago socialite Anna Nicholson's half of the story. She comes to a resort on the shores of Lake Michigan to vacation with her mother, nursing a broken engagement and a seedling of faith attempting to take root and grow. Not to mention her nightmares that will not abate, leaving her with more questions than answers both about her past, her future--and the Lord. With every day she is vacationing, the dreams intensify, and she begins to wonder if they are mere dreams, symbolic--or memories. With the help of a handsome seminary student working at the resort for the summer--Derk--Anna wrestles with her doubts, the loneliness only the Lord can fill--and her identity. The latter being quite the mystery that I will just leave at that lest I give away any spoilers.

Ms. Austin has gifted the world with a novel that will speak to generations and stand the test of time in the marketplace. Thanks to her highly effective use of first person POV in this story with two heroines, dual timelines (a feat!), immersive descriptions, riveting mysteries and her brilliant use of the beautiful backdrops of both time and place, I finished this novel in three days. And I already want to reread it again and cannot recommend it highly enough.
Be prepared to have your own faith bolstered as you read these women's stories and how they found the sweetest place to be was following hard after the Calmer of the Seas, the greatest Lover of their Souls.

**Disclaimer: I was given this novel for free from the publisher in exchange for my honest review. All views within are my own **

Geesje de Jonge crossed the ocean at age seventeen with her parents and a small group of immigrants from the Netherlands to settle in the Michigan wilderness. Fifty years later, in 1897, she's asked to write a memoir of her early experiences as the town celebrates its anniversary. Reluctant at first, she soon uncovers memories and emotions hidden all these years, including the story of her one true love. 
At the nearby Hotel Ottawa Resort on the shore of Lake Michigan, twenty-three-year-old Anna Nicholson is trying to ease the pain of a broken engagement to a wealthy Chicago banker. But her time of introspection is disturbed after a violent storm aboard a steamship stirs up memories of a childhood nightmare. As more memories and dreams surface, Anna begins to question who she is and whether she wants to return to her wealthy life in Chicago. When she befriends a young seminary student who is working at the hotel for the summer, she finds herself asking him all the questions that have been troubling her.
Neither Geesje nor Anna, who are different in every possible way, can foresee the life-altering surprises awaiting them before the summer ends.

Lynn Austin has sold more than one and a half million copies of her books worldwide. A former teacher who now writes and speaks full-time, she has won eight Christy Awards for her historical fiction. One of those novels, Hidden Places, has also been made into an Original Hallmark Channel movie. Lynn and her husband have raised three children and make their home in western Michigan. Learn more at www.lynnaustin.org.

September 29, 2016

A Lady Unrivaled by Roseanna White | My Review

The mark of a truly great book--and author--is when you don't want to see it end. And this is how I feel upon finishing A Lady Unrivaled. Roseanna has outdone herself with this conclusion to her Ladies of the Manor series--where we finally once and for all get to see the end of the Fire Eyes diamond intrigue. This book also allows the reader to re-meet the past books' beloved characters and their families, get to know new characters, old characters with 180-turnarounds of redemption--and one of the latter just happens to be the now-unrivaled in my book, Cayton.

Oh my gosh. I thought Brice from A Reluctant Duchess was my all-time fictional crush. He still ranks way high up on my lengthy list. But Cayton. CAYTON. While we technically met him in The Lost Heiress and saw him again fleetingly in book two, now we get a front-row seat to this redeemed, poignantly and endearingly imperfect but dashing hero's heart. A heart deeper than his title, lands or riches--a heart working to grow past the regrets of his past, be involved as a loving parent in his daughter's life--and a heart that is (mostly) patient with one Lady Ella who is constantly getting lost.
Lady Ella Myerston is Brice's younger sister--another character we got to meet in the earlier books and oh, when the news broke that this third and final book was about her, I was thrilled. In Roseanna's author's note she confesses that this is the heroine most similar to herself. Which explains why I love Ella so much.
Ella is truly a lady unrivaled. She is bold, so very lovable, and has a huge, open heart and a joy that emanates from page one. It has been a while since I felt such a true kinship and desire to be friends with a fictional character as I did with Ella.

Now Ella and Cayton together. Oh the sparks. It takes a deft hand to craft such unique sparks riddled with both foreshadowing and meaning from their "meet-cute" and onward through the story. Ella reminded me a lot of Belle from Beauty and the Beast with her cheeriness and bookish ways, while Cayton--redeemed, complicated, occasional grump with a hidden enormous and creative heart--reminded me of The Beast. Just a tad. Their witty repartee was positively delightful, and I loved loved loved how Ella drew him out

Perhaps my favorite part and quite frankly, a part of the essence of grace with how God sees us, His works in progress, is this.
Cayton asks Ella, "You know nothing about me. Why are you so determined to believe in me?"
Ella thinks a moment, considers and admits her "cliche attraction," until she arrived at the only answer that came to her mind. "Someone has to."

I could just keep gushing and gushing and give away far too many spoilers about this wonderful story and its characters, so I will leave you with this. Iif you like/miss Downton Abbey--pick up this series of books.
All the mysteries, the upstairs-downstairs tête-à-têtes, secrets revealed, and the delectable drama with such redemptive themes threaded through out this novel makes it a truly unrivaled book, a tender, and blithe romance. My favorite of the entire series.

 Lady Ella Myerston can always find a reason to smile--even if it's just in hope that tomorrow will be better than today. All her life everyone has tried to protect her from the realities of the world, but Ella knows very well the danger that has haunted her brother and their friend, and she won't wait for it to strike again. She intends to take action . . . and if that happens to involve an adventurous trip to the Cotswolds, then so much the better.

Lord Cayton has already broken two hearts, including that of his first wife, who died before he could convince himself to love her. Now he's determined to live a better life. But that proves complicated when old friends arrive on the scene and try to threaten him into a life of crime. He does his best to remove the intriguing Lady Ella from danger, but the stubborn girl won't budge. How else can he redeem himself, though, but by saving her--and his daughter--from those dangerous people who seem ready to destroy them all? 

Roseanna M. White pens her novels beneath her Betsy Ross flag, with her Jane Austen action figure watching over her. When not writing fiction, she’s homeschooling her two small children, editing and designing, and pretending her house will clean itself. Roseanna is the author of a slew of historical novels and novellas, ranging from biblical fiction to American-set romances to her new British series. Spies and war and mayhem always seem to make their way into her novels…to offset her real life, which is blessedly boring. You can learn more about her and her stories at www.RoseannaMWhite.com.

September 26, 2016

Lady Bosses, Superwomen and Cheerleaders, Oh My!

It has been a most gloriously busy, nervewracking, stretching-out-of-comfort zone, strengthening, patience-trying, humbling, experience-gleaning month. 
As I am prayerfully preparing to re-enter the workforce on two good hips (prayers that God comes through sooner rather than later, please?) I tend to get overwhelmed. With a conglomeration of conflicting emotions. The biggest overwhelming one being--how to balance it all. It's going to be a lot of transition and readjusting, being increasingly aware of my time management, my procrastinator tendencies and focus. Is it getting warm in here or is it just me?
Don't get me wrong I am stoked to see what God has next for me and have been knocking on a ton of doors to try and discern what exactly that is. A lot. Of. Doors.
But um, wow. I've never worked full time yet and balanced my writing. I am up for the challenge, God will equip me to what He has inspired in my heart for me to do--write--but...yeah.
It's been keeping me up at night with a fog of underlying anxiety, wondering as I wander a bit here. But I'm not here to talk about me, but about the tribe of women I am so stinking crazy blessed to know. Many of whom I got to meet in person for the first time this last month between the CFRR and ACFW conferences and this past weekend--the second annual Writing to Inspire Workshop.

Inspired by my dear Laurie's practice of Selah she posted on Instagram here
A question I have been asked at almost every job interview has been the searching, double-meant: "What are your long-term goals?"
Because on my resume is some editing experience and, inevitably, the discussion comes to my writing. Prospective employers have asked me (one point blank) "Well what if your novel hits it big?"
And I smile wryly, keep calm and confident and somehow manage to speak succinctly: "That rarely happens. The wide majority of authors I am personal friends with also have a day job."
A day job, a consistent blogging rhythm, husbands, children, grandchildren even, multiple publishing houses, multiple manuscripts--or in some book bloggers' case: a truly towering stack of To Be Read books!
My friend Barbara and I were recently shaking our heads in awe over some of these superwomen we both know.
And that's not to mention the entrepreneurs! I have one friend with a custom baking business that's taking off, another amazing gal who's a freaking Mary Poppins nanny, incredible artist and fledgling lifestyle/food blogger, another with a virtual assisting/editing business, and yet another who's a new wife, hardworking nanny and is heading up multiple ministries at her church because her heart is as big as her smile.
All these women are friends of mine. Thanks to social media that connects us across so many miles, I am assured and more at rest to know these women. And so very inspired day in and day out.
Because if they can do all the things--only through Jesus, I know all of them would say--so can I, whenever the heck the next employment phase of my life begins.
Because we all serve an amazing, creative and all-sufficient God. One whose timing is never late.
A dear new-ish friend introduced me a few times at ACFW as, "This is Meghan. She is the best cheerleader and encourager!"
But it is because I have been poured into by so many wonderful women that I am this way. I just listen, take time and care. That is all. And it is a joy for me to both know so many crazy-talented lady bosses, superwomen authors/bloggers--and cheer them on as much as I can.
There isn't much of a point to this post other than one big fangirling thank-you post to all the amazing women in my life. You have encouraged me, prayed for me, spoken truth over me, bared pieces of your heart whether in messages, manuscripts, first drafts, or just a quiet conversation.

And, for you fellow overwhelmed intimidated spazzing out doubting-if-you-can-chase-your-dream one?
Chase it. God inspired it and He will serendipitously bring just the right people to become your tribe. I promise. You are in good company.