I've Always Loved Yellow Roses . . .

Growing up, I don't think I had a lot of dreams. Fantasies, yes. Lord, I had FANTASIES: I was going to be the next Amy Grant. I would have a Southern accent. I had long, thick, curly hair. I was outrageously attractive and oh-so-slim. And I would do great things for God. Great! Things! For GOD!!

Still it has been an unconventional life so far. I have traveled all over the world, living on four of the six continents (or seven, depending on where you were schooled) (and I will get to Antartica and Asia before I am done!). I have lived in six states. I have been a waitress, a secretary, a real estate assistant, a book seller, a non-profit director, a counselor, a corn detasseler and a professional actor/singer. I've had two husbands and one son. I have good friends all over the globe from as far back as 35 years with whom I still connect. I have finished college and am close to finishing graduate school. I have been ecstatically happy and I have mourned deeply. I have taken many, many unexpected turns in my life and my life has been the better for those turns.

So I always keep an eye toward the bend in the road, knowing that God allows us so much freedom to create our lives with Him--writing a story that will allow us to enjoy and honor Him, others, and ourselves. In fact, after about five years in a place, I start to itch to move, to live a new adventure, and to meet more of God's incredible people.

Still. I never thought I would live in Texas. I know the Texan readers will find this hard to believe: It never occurred to me that I could or might live in Texas.

Yet the fact remains: in December, Pete, Thaddeus, and I will move to Texas! North Dallas, to be more precise. And once we get back from this "View Trip," I can be even more precise!

So I'm pulling on my boots. Bring on the yellow roses and I'll work on my drawl . . . y'all!