Where Are You on the Writing Path?

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Over thirteen year ago, I began writing my blog a couple of months before I left to serve cross-culturally in Thailand.  I had wanted a place to share my thoughts, my struggles and my victories while I served in a new culture, language and country.  It’s fun to look back now and remember the situations and people I encountered and how the Lord sustained me through it all.

After a long hiatus from blogging, I made a commitment to began to write again in April and I joined an amazing community of faith-filled writers called Hope*Writers.  Through access to their online learning library, which is updated on a regular basis, and the support of the staff and community of Hope*writers on their Facebook group page, I know where I’m at in my writing journey, and how to get to where I’m dreaming to go.  I am inspired to write again and it feels like fresh air!

I’m excited to think through how the Lord might use me and my journey – my failures and successes – to encourage other women to be involved in serving God and living missionally both cross-culturally and in their own backyard, so to speak.

Hope*Writers only opens up access to join their writing and learning community a couple of times a year and next week (May 21-25) is one of those opportunities to join!

Whether you’ve thought about starting to write a blog (or start writing on it again), have an idea for a book or maybe even have published a book but you’re still interested in learning and growing as a writer, Hope*Writers is for you!

Give this short, fun quiz a try to learn where you are on the writing path and know your next step is.

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Looking forward to journeying with you!

Day 9: Plan #write31days

A part of the bigger picture at play is the relationship between my sister and me (see!  here I am wondering if it’s me or I, like I mentioned yesterday).

Since the end of June, my sister and I, and our children (my four year old and 21 month old, and her 21 month old), and my brother-in-law and other various relatives (aunts, cousins, close friends), and my husband on two visits, have been living together in our childhood home.  This sort of living situation is not for the faint of heart, let me tell you!  It’s been stressful and beautiful, fun and crazy, annoying and lovely.

But through it all, my sister and I have been forced to deal with our conflict, and, as a byproduct, we have grown much closer than ever before.  And that is something my Mom would’ve loved.  She didn’t plan to get sick and die, but I know her heart for our lives and our relationship was that we would grow to become close friends, and not just sisters.

Kateful 2.0 – Spicy?

Last night we had green curry with chicken (and mushrooms instead of eggplant because that’s what was in our fridge). We added extra coconut milk to dilute the spice so Kate could eat it too. She is a big fan of green curry. 

But last night I wasn’t sure if I had diluted it enough and so I kept asking Kate, “Is it spicy?” She would pause slightly from shoving the food in her mouth and shake her head and say, “No.” Then she started asking herself, “Spicy?” “No,” she’d answer in response. Every few mouthfuls, “Spicy? No.”

Kateful 1.0 – Skating with Dora

I feel like I’m going to inundate my Facebook wall with the super cuteness of Kate and her antics so I’m wondering if this is a better outlet.  I mean, I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging about our daughter (but I guess I am really) but she’s basically a genius baby, and has cute as her middle name (a 3rd middle name?).  

Kateful is what I’m grateful for about Kate.  It’s her cuteness, her mischievousness, her boldness, beauty and brains.  It’s Kate.  Kateful.

Kateful 1.0

A few days ago, Kate was watching Dora.  Dora was helping her monkey friend (see how little I know about Dora) put on roller skates because they were going to a skate park.  Kate watched them and immediately went to her shoe/boot drawer in the front entranceway and pulled out a “just a bit too small” pair of fall/winter boots.  She INSISTED that she put them on.  With my help.  And then proceeded to dance/run/glide around the living room while continuing to watch Dora.