Words.

There is nothing in the world like them. Words are a gift. Words are a weapon. Words give meaning to life. Words take life away. They are ethereal in their ability to uplift. They are heavy with the weight of what they mean.

Life. Death. In the power of the tongue.

For as long as I can remember I have been in love with words. Stories and lyrics and poetry and prose. Reading them, writing them, sticking them on my walls, covering my books in them. Other peoples fantastic ability to craft sentences that you feel in your soul. My own words trying to give meaning to what’s in mine.

Reading works by literary geniuses such as Emily Dickinson and Charles Dickens, Robert Frost and the Bronte sisters, Jane Austen and Wilkie Collins.. escaping to the worlds of J R R Tolkien, and C S Lewis.. marvelling at the chaotic universe of George R R Martin and my life being forever changed by Markus Zusak and his book thief.. to name a few..

I wish I could sit down with each of them and thank them for being my friends.

I have always wanted to write. I remember scribbles on a page when I was just a little girl.. poems and songs, essays and stories that my english teacher was foolish enough to commend. Maybe one day I will write a novel.. what a dream that would be.

But for now I will write about the things I know. The things I see. The things I’ve experienced. The children I’ve been blessed with. The role of ‘mother’ and ‘wife’ that I’m still trying to figure out. The God I serve and the people I love.

I know there are many others.. other people writing similar things. But not the same things. If the words I write can impact just one person, one person who may not read someone else’s words but who happens upon mine, well then, job well done. I don’t pretend to have all (or any) of the answers.. to know how to do this.. to have anything at all worthwhile to say. But I do have a passion and a heart to help people feel like they’re maybe not alone, to encourage and to uplift.. to write things that matter.. even just to one person.. even just to me.

And so I am going to try..

Welcome to my blog.

Life is full of light and shade, mountains and valleys, blessing and heartache, love and pain.. but you can’t have the blossom without the rain..