And life IS difficult.
So, I stopped writing. Add a new baby into the mix, a state to state move into a house that needs more renovations then I ever planned, homeschooling two bouncy boys, and my ever churning thought processes on life, it just seemed that I couldn't sit down and put my thoughts to paper.
I took a long leave of absence. In that time, I've prayed alot about what I want to write about. You see, I've been given a gift. My last name means "scribe." And while I married into that last name, I know that God had it all planned out. I'm supposed to write. It's one of the very things that I was created to do on this earth.