I've been drifting around for years trying to figure out who I am and what defines me. I've been searching for the one thing that God desires me to do with the time He has given me. I haven't been sure about how to have an impact on the world until recently. I've always loved to write, to draw out emotion and passion in others through words. I just never believed it could be something I would devote myself to, something I could do with my life, not just my free time. My dear sweet husband has given me the wonderful opportunity to stay home and be available to our beautiful new 11 year old son whom we recently adopted from the foster care system. As we pursue more children and have the honor and blessing of parenting them, I know that I will need an outlet of my own. A private thing that allows for me to be myself, not a mother, daughter, or wife, just me alone. My better half has encouraged me to pursue this dream of writing full time and so here I am, attempting to launch myself into regular practice in an arena where others can critique me and help me to hone my craft. I can't wait to see where this leg of the journey takes me...
My passion is ...
following after God's calling on my life.
My childhood ambition ...
Writer, activist, advocate, lawyer, etc., etc.
My favorite memory ...
The way my husband looks at me.
Why I write ...
To have something of my own. To empty my mind of thoughts that spin constantly. To touch a side of me that isn't available to most people. To connect with God.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Always reading something new - Currently, American Short Stories and One Tuesday Morning by Karen Kingsbury
My first job ...
I've had so many jobs I can't even remember. Trying to find out who you are and the inability to compromise make it hard to keep a job!
My best moment ...
Any moment spent enjoying my family or praising my God.
My inspiration ...
My husband. He inspires me to be more than I ever thought I could be and he won't let me quit.
It is nearly 11 pm and it seems that T has finally settled into sleep in the chair. He does this every night. He still doesn't want to fall asleep alone so he curls up with a blanket in a chair while I write and he gently drifts off to sleep. When I'm done with my research and my musings, sometimes at ridiculous hours of the early morning, I guide him to his bed and cover him with his John Deere blanket as he hugs tightly to his stuffed bulldog. I kiss him on the forehead and say the same words every night. I love you my sweet boy. These days won't last forever. I'm just starting to come t...
More..Kelly Winzer
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