As you have guessed, I'm a Christian woman who is pretty passionate about her faith (I mean, have you even read one of my articles?). And based on my writing, you might think I'm one of those women who just loves to talk to everyone and is the life of any party or coffeehouse she goes to.

 

Welp...nope. That's not me. I'm actually a very private introvert. I mean once you get to know me, I can be the life of the very small party, but for the most part I'd rather just stay home. And I'm also not one for sharing. I don't even like people knowing my name.

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But see, that's the kind of stuff God likes to use. He really does have a great sense of humor.

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Even before I accepted Him and began living for Him, He was using me. Preparing me. Guiding me.

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I began my writing journey years ago....actually when I was in second grade. I fell in love with writing and can recall "competing" with another girl in class to see who could write longer stories, who would get the best grade for writing, and anything else. It went on like that for years. As with most childhood dreams, my dream of writing eventually faded away and I focused on a more realistic career....sales and marketing. Which turned to education and then to children's ministry...which then combined with...social media and marketing (full circle??).

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But do know why my writing dream faded away? Because I was told I couldn't really be an author. I didn't have what it took to write a novel. Writing, journalism was hard to really get into. I wasn't that good of a writer. Not really.

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I was also told I wasn't very creative or a good artist. And, if art is defined as a sketch or a beautiful oil painting, they'd be correct. I can't even draw a stick figure. It's really sad...or funny....sanny? But art is so much more...I just didn't fit into the mold per se in school so I became the girl who tried really hard but art, no matter how much she appreciated it, just wasn't her thing. So I stayed that girl...the one who loved art but couldn't do it. The one who loved words but couldn't use them. 

 

But God.

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Yup...He had this plan for me but needed it to be the right time.

 

And then one day I got a new phone...the kind with the fancy camera. Very cool. So I started playing with it. And guess what....I was good. Not just at taking a clear picture, but in seeing things differently. I fell in love with photography. I fell in love with slowing down to find just the right shot, noticing things that people never do.  Seeing God's beauty everywhere!

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And after a while of "playing" God decided it was time. In fact, He told me in very clear terms it was time to start sharing my photography, my art with others. That I was to share the gift He gave me with the world. I embraced my inner Gideon (if you don't know his story, read it here in Judges chapters 6-8), asked several more times, and He made it very clear what I was to do. So I created my website, opened an Etsy shop, began doing craft fairs. All the good stuff.

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But then I began feeling that twitch. I wanted share what

all of those photographs meant, what I was thinking when

I took them. Hence, I wrote descriptions. Which turned to

blogs. Which brings us here. My descriptions and blogs

started turning from snippets about the shot to

faith stories. ​

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He was at it again. God was just filling me with things to

write. Whenever it was a good time for Him, He would just

pop in and start speaking to me. Inspiring me.

Encouraging....urging me to write it all down. 

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Faith stories. My stories. His Words. 

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​So here we are. And now you know my story.  God,

who had inspired me as a child, let me choose the

paths (often very wrong and therefore bumpy), and

eventually guided me back here. Where He wanted me.

When He wanted me.

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Me...a writer. An artist. Who knew? Oh yeah....He did.

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Keep Finding the Light.....

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Cat

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ps....

in case you are curious, Finding the Light is a reference to photography which is what I thought I was writing about in the beginning. Funny huh?