This is a terrifying thing for me…blogging. It is the wearing of my heart on my sleeve to strangers, but most terrifying–to the people who know me, and I them. Yet. I’ve been pulled in this direction…to tell my story. In bits and pieces, as the Lord has been revealing to me parts of my life that have been and are being healed, restored and REDEEMED. They are my stories, but they were written by Him and I’m going to tell them, because someone, somewhere, will read these stories and something will resonate with them. They might be encouraged, challenged, comforted. All I know is that I can’t stay silent. We, as God’s precious works of art, cannot remain hidden, but displayed on walls and in courtyards and street corners. Because how else will people see God here on earth?