Over the weekend, I visited a close friend, and told the basic facts of Ali’s story to her visiting family. They both thought, almost at the same time, this needs to be shared - when are you writing a book?
The stirring to tell this story began almost 10 years ago, with my prayerfully, fearfully, asking like Moses, are you sure, Lord? I can’t be the one. I don't even know what to say. He said He would give me the words, and true to character, has patiently waited, hasn’t given up on me.
I started this space as a way to practice writing, to start sharing vulnerably again, and while I formulate the plan, the words, while I order the story and collect my ideas, I want to begin by sharing poetry I’ve written over the last few years. I can’t think of anything as vulnerable as sharing original poetry, so excuse the paywall. I’d love for you to join me behind it, if there is space in your budget and your inbox to support my writing efforts.
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