When I attended the University of Arkansas from 1980-1984, I majored in journalism. I was fascinated with the world of printing, photography, advertising, public relations and newspaper reporting. Writing was fun for me and something I did for relaxation. My first job out of college was with a commercial printing company and from there I went to work for an advertising agency.
I discovered I never quite had the drive or push to be a newspaper reporter. I was too nice and I didn’t want to blur my simplistic view of life with reporting about crooks, bank robbers, murderers and crummy politicians. My naivety was just fine with me. Around 1995, I got a master’s degree in marketing and ended up working with a mutual fund company in their print production department. Life was good and my 401K package was awesome.
When it came time for me to start a family, I chose to stay home and raise my two daughters. I put my career on hold for what I thought would be two or three years. I was very fortunate that my husband made enough money to support this lifestyle and I loved being a homemaker. At the age of 39, I had an eight-month-old baby and a four-year-old! Corporate America was behind me for a while and motherhood was in full swing.
My passion for writing, photography and printing manifested itself in scrapbooking. I spent hours creating scrapbooks of the girls’ lives. They each enjoy returning to those days of being a toddler, pre-schooler and elementary student to see what they looked like and what they wore. I took loads of pictures!
As the years went by (fourteen years to be exact) and my girls grew up, that desire to write again was inside of me. In the back of my head I had always wanted to write a book. Trouble was…what was I going to write about? Infertility, adoption, raising two Hispanic girls in a county that was 98% caucasian? There were some funny moments in these scenarios, but nothing I felt was worthy of reading.
In the summer of 2012, God placed many things before me that He knew would be material for my writing. Of most significance was the death of my mother in July and my own diagnosis of breast cancer in October. In between these two life events, my husband and I separated. My outlet for writing was Caring Bridge. I started blogging on the day of my diagnosis, October 29, and wrote my last blog on July 7, 2013. Over the course of nine months, I had 7,855 visits to my site.
Why did God want me to write and what did He want me to say? I’ve slowly discovered that all my writing is about God. It’s my way of evangelizing and showing how, in the simplest things of life, God is before us. He is there — it is our job to seek Him.
My wish is that you, too, will seek God with all your heart, all your strength and all your mind (Jeremiah 29:13). In reading my blog, I hope I can bring forth that desire in you to search for the One who brings all happiness to our lives.