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Amy: meaning be·loved: dearly loved : dear to the heart
My name is Amy and I am a mess. Flawed, forgiven, and trudging along this path. Creator, wife, mother, writer. It is nearly destructive for me to not feed a creative outlet. In earlier seasons I followed this leading to create as a teacher, decorator and then advocate.
When my cancer history ((HIS story)) collided with several other talented and faithful women in my life, The Lydia Project was born. Lydia now serves thousands. Talk about redeeming a situation. Wow. Although I am not involved in the day-to-day blessing of this ministry, I watch from the sidelines as God continues to weave for HIS puposes the outreach I helped birth. To read the whole, miraculous, still-playing-out-bigger than- I -ever- dreamed Lydia story click here.
I have a grace-filled husband of 20 years and 2 beloved children. Shelby (16)~a writer, poet, and Julliard wanna-be fashionable vintage soul. Mitchell (13) is our guitar-playing, wickedly funny fisherman. A transplanted northern girl, I have called Augusta, GA home for 16 years. I still miss the snow. But tall backyard pines and sweet tea have compensated.
I set out a few years ago to pursue my creativity at home and write the books I have always felt lie inside my head and heart. Then God had different plans. They are always better. I work for another nonprofit that has a heart for mission. I write in-between my day job and being kid taxi.
My writing resembles holding a microphone up to my heart. Raw. Unedited. Not always pretty. But REAL. I think that's all that God asks us to be. He has used so many in my life as witnesses of faith, hope and redeeming love.
Thanks for walking a bit of this cobbled path with me. I look forward to the adventure, finding more of my real voice and discovering the gifts God has carefully placed in my life as I chronicle the everyday.
Contact me. I'd love to hear from a fellow sojourner.
We can also connect here:
My name is Amy and I am a mess. Flawed, forgiven, and trudging along this path. Creator, wife, mother, writer. It is nearly destructive for me to not feed a creative outlet. In earlier seasons I followed this leading to create as a teacher, decorator and then advocate.
When my cancer history ((HIS story)) collided with several other talented and faithful women in my life, The Lydia Project was born. Lydia now serves thousands. Talk about redeeming a situation. Wow. Although I am not involved in the day-to-day blessing of this ministry, I watch from the sidelines as God continues to weave for HIS puposes the outreach I helped birth. To read the whole, miraculous, still-playing-out-bigger than- I -ever- dreamed Lydia story click here.
I have a grace-filled husband of 20 years and 2 beloved children. Shelby (16)~a writer, poet, and Julliard wanna-be fashionable vintage soul. Mitchell (13) is our guitar-playing, wickedly funny fisherman. A transplanted northern girl, I have called Augusta, GA home for 16 years. I still miss the snow. But tall backyard pines and sweet tea have compensated.
I set out a few years ago to pursue my creativity at home and write the books I have always felt lie inside my head and heart. Then God had different plans. They are always better. I work for another nonprofit that has a heart for mission. I write in-between my day job and being kid taxi.
My writing resembles holding a microphone up to my heart. Raw. Unedited. Not always pretty. But REAL. I think that's all that God asks us to be. He has used so many in my life as witnesses of faith, hope and redeeming love.
Thanks for walking a bit of this cobbled path with me. I look forward to the adventure, finding more of my real voice and discovering the gifts God has carefully placed in my life as I chronicle the everyday.
Contact me. I'd love to hear from a fellow sojourner.
We can also connect here:
Blessings,
Hebrews 11:1 "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."
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