As a preschooler I’d scribble “words” on a piece of paper so I could “read” them to others. My mother, a poet, always expressed pleasure in my stories, but my little brother wasn’t as interested.
I married right out of high school and became the mother of four daughters and one son. Although I thought the opportunity for college and a writing career was gone, I never gave up the desire.
Journals, letters to friends, families and newspaper editorial pages kept the creative juices flowing. Soon I discovered magazines and books on writing at the library. Occasionally I was able to attend workshops, and finally a correspondence course. With a growing family to care for, along with occasional “real” jobs to help supplement our income, snatching bits and pieces of writing time wasn’t easy. Yet I managed to fill dozens of notebooks with ideas and rough drafts.
Once the children were all in school full time, I decided to get serious about a writing career. The professor of an adult education class suggested we offer to write for some charity for the experience and to build a portfolio. News releases, grant proposals and procedures manuals, plus a ten-year stint in crisis intervention services was that venture’s outcome.
I think that’s when I began to realize how amazingly God works in our lives. Working with people in crisis taught me much about my own life. Before long, the truth that Jesus taught, “what we sow, we also reap,” became a basis for what I began to call “crisis prevention.” Now my next writing was poured into self-help, how-to and inspirational articles. I also enjoy writing about creativity. Our Creator has given each of us many talents and when those are put to use in positive ways, everyone benefits.
For seven years I wrote and published Crafters’ Link, a newsletter for craftspersons who wanted to market their goods. Simultaneously for six of those years, I also wrote a weekly newspaper column, “Crafting for Cash.”
Then came a four-year period in my life when twelve family members died. Along with the sicknesses and other crises that accompany those times of plague, came an overwhelming sense of oneness with God. Now, more than ever, I knew I had to write a book. That’s when I happened across the Writer’s Conference at Bethel College, which led to my Associates Degree. There, under the guidance of my favorite teacher, Kim Peterson, I wrote the first draft of Rainbow Remedies for Life’s Stormy Times. On September 11, 2001, the first copies of the first printing arrived on my doorstep.
Looking back, it’s easy to see how God plants the seeds and helps us to make them grow.