The escapist in me is to blame for my love-affair with writing– which began with reading.
The escapist in me is also to blame for my love-affair with Jesus. This world can be beautiful, but it’s also broken. Most of us don’t have to look any farther than the mirror to come to that conclusion. Anyone who wants to escape, wants to escape the broken. My books are temporary refuges; they are sandcastles that wash away the moment I close the cover. Jesus is a stone castle, a fortification that stands against any storm. My writing has been described as dark, and as a Christian I’m still ok with that. Darkness shows off the light ever so prettily.
I am wife to a stone-castle man, a mom to four incredibles; I’m a reader, a writer, and a poor excuse for a jogger. I’d rather do yoga. But before all that, during all that, and after that is gone I belong to Jesus.