I packed my Wagon on February 3 and handed the keys to my apartment to a friend who will be staying there while I am gone. (Note, I was much more organized by the time I left San Antonio – I can see out my back window).
Where am I going? I am writing this from a hotel near Lafayette, La., on my way to Florida and then flying to Nicaragua, staying for a month, returning to my Wagon and then, who knows – not me.
Why? I was at a crossroads in my life, I knew I needed to begin to write and felt very stuck. I was not connecting with enough people and I wanted a change, a challenge and felt compelled to empower myself to radically reach out to life. I want Missions of Grace to flourish but also, I want ME to flourish, to become unshackled, to become all that I can be, and that will flow to MOG, I just know it.
Someone told me the other day that I was a good Story-Getter. I love people, I love to draw them out and get them to share their story and pass it on to you. From Louisiana Crawdad eaters, to Florida seniors, to Nicaraguan vendors in the streets and remote villagers – I want to connect with them and share with you. I even bought a new camera so I can take videos and photos.
Please understand that I am new to this blogging and a bit rough around the edges. Be patient with me and help me learn and improve. I welcome your comments – I consider you part of my community!