Twenty-four. That's the number of days I have left at my "real" job. You see, my company is making some cuts and has a need to reduce the workforce. Following God's leading, I volunteered to leave of my own accord, before I was asked to leave via layoff. I felt as if between 31 and Disney, God was allowing me the income avenues that could lead to the blessing of being more of the woman He wants me to be. To stay home with my kiddos, be a better mother and begin the writing legacy I've dreamt of - to write for the sheer love of writing, to publish and hand-deliver the magic of childhood and love of Jesus to children who, for whatever reason, were never given the chance to know that child-like wonder... to visit orphanages, childrens' homes, and YMCAs to share God's love with them through my stories... to leave the stories with them, so they will always have a physical reminder.
Celebrating small moments... big moments... and all the in between moments. Perhaps THIS is the moment we were created for. (Esther 4:14)
