(Cover of an award-winning card I wrote, inspired by my personal struggle.)
My grandparents had a Christian bookstore when I was growing up. I spent many hours curled up on an old chair in back of the store reading the stacks of books I’d gathered from the shelves.
I wrote my first book at age five. It was not published but proudly tucked away by its number one fan–my Mom.
I never really considered another career besides writing.
My grandma on my Dad’s side was an English teacher. So it seemed words flowed through my veins and heart from the moment I came into the world.
In school I wrote poetry during science class and carried around enourmous notebooks.
I graduated and enrolled as an English major.
All through high school I’d been the “good Christian girl.” And frankly, the pedestal was getting old. That first semester I rebelled.
I came home for Christmas broken and desperately missing God. During that time my sweet Grandma (the one with the bookstore) mentioned to her DaySpring sales representative that she had a granddaughter who wanted to be a writer. The representative told her I could send some ideas.
So she passed that little bit of good news along and I decided to try a few greeting cards. It became a turning point in my faith too.
And I know now that what happened next is nothing short of a miracle…to be continued.
What do you want to be when you grow up? (None of us really are grown up yet…right?)