Being raised in a Christian home, some
of my earliest memories are that of praying
at the altar and feeling the presence
of God. I felt a deep calling of God on
my life. From time to time, my mother
would have the three of us girls go through
our toys and decide which ones we were
willing to give away. I remember asking
my mother if we couldn't send them overseas
to children who had no toys.
Often when we children were introduced
to people, my mother would pat me on the
head and say, "This is my little missionary".
She believed that I would one day serve
in a foreign land.
I drifted along through my teenage years
and did not walk close to the lord. Then
at the age of 21, I made a new dedication
of my life to serve the lord. I played
the guitar at church, singing solos and
duets. I taught Sunday School classes
where ever needed; from primary through
Although I never served personally as
a missionary, I usually had something
going on to raise money for missions.
I taught children's groups at church and
encouraged them to be mission minded.
A dear friend who had know me for many
years asked me if I felt that I had missed
my calling in life because I never went
to the mission field. I said, "Oh no.
I believe God put that desire in my heart
so I could support those who were able
Throughout the years I had written poetry.
Then I developed a strong desire to write
children's stories. I tried, but I could
not write anything worth reading. I thought
of my oldest daughter and the ability
she had for writing. She had started a
story and laid it aside. I begged her
to finish it. After some time I prayed
a prayer that went something like this.
" God, you have given my daughter such
a wonderful talent to write, and she is
not using it right now. It just seems
that somebody should be using it. Could
I at least use it while she isn't?"
Shortly after that, God began to give
me stories to write. It was like stepping
into storyland. Sentence by sentence I
wrote just as a reader reads it line by
line. Always wondering what was going
to happen next. How many times my mouth
dropped open in amazement. Never could
I have written such wonderful stories
except that God inspired me and gave me
the words. I give God the praise and
glory for giving me the opportunity to
serve Him with a variety of gifts he has
so graciously allowed me to use.