Why I Write
Thank you so much for visiting my blog! My writing career actually began in the 7th grade. Focusing on music and short stories, I wrote through my teen years, enjoying the songs and stories in the privacy of my own room. They were “for my eyes only.” Once I went to college, writing was no longer in the forefront of my mind. I received a B.A. in health and safety, and went on to earn my registered nurse diploma at one of the busiest trauma hospitals in the greater Los Angeles area. Discovering a love for teaching after 13 years in the medical profession, I switched careers and became a language arts and science middle school teacher, working for 18 years in southern California. During this time, I rediscovered my love for writing. When my husband John and I moved to Georgia in 2004, I continued working as a middle school teacher, but I also began to live my dream as an author. What initially began as a single novel whose intent was to be a legacy of a grandmother’s faith for her grandchildren became a series of Christian romance novels that wove God’s plan of salvation throughout each story. It is my hope that reading these books will draw people closer to God and help them to know Him and love Him more deeply.
Psalm 19:14 “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.”
My Testimony
My first exposure to church happened during a time when my parents were having difficulties in their marriage. I was around six years old, and my parents sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in North Carolina (quite different from life as I knew it in California). During my stay, my aunt and grandmother faithfully took me to their church in North Carolina, and it was there that I first heard the Bible stories with which so many youngsters are familiar. I learned about Adam and Eve, Noah, David and Goliath, and of course, Jesus. About a year later, I returned home to southern California, and sadly, my church going stopped. Neither one of my parents was a professed believer. However, God’s Word tells us in Proverbs 22:6 to “train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” During my last year of elementary school, I began attending an after-school program at the church across the street from my school. I enjoyed it so much that I began to go to this church on Sundays as well. Fortunately, neither of my parents had a problem with me going to this church, and since it was walking distance from our house, I was allowed to go on my own. On Sunday, March 10, 1968, a message was delivered by a visiting missionary, and one point really hit my heart. The missionary stated that each of our sins was like a hammer blow to the nails in Jesus’ hands and feet. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I was one who was responsible for Jesus being crucified on that cross! I can still remember the tears welling up in my eyes as my guilt became so real. I was so convicted of my sin, I couldn’t wait to go forward to ask for God’s forgiveness. As soon as the invitation was given, I remember going to the altar and asking Jesus Christ to forgive me. It was then that I accepted Him as my personal Saviour. I shall forever be grateful to my grandmother and my aunt who took me to church while I lived with them, and to my parents who allowed me to go to church again once I came back home. God’s Word indeed did not return void. Once I accepted Christ as my Saviour, I continued to grow in my faith, and now I joyfully serve Him in my home church in Georgia along with my husband, daughter and son-in-law, and two granddaughters.
3 John 1:4 “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.”