you know that thing you are terrified of? well it's time to do it.

I never planned to become a writer… not really.

I've loved writing since I was playing with dolls and writing down my stories in a notebook. Later an old computer that my dad let me put in my room.

But God has a way of planting dreams quietly. Like a small seed tucked into soil you didn’t even realize was fertile. That dream for me was storytelling.

Not just writing — storytelling. The kind that grabs the heart. The kind that heals a little. The kind that points gently back to hope. Back to Him.

For years, I whispered that dream under my breath. Maybe someday, when the kids are older. Maybe someday, when life slows down. Maybe someday, when I finally have quiet hours and long stretches of time. But someday is a tricky thing. It always stays just out of reach.

One day, I felt God tug at me. Not a shout. Not a thunderbolt. Just a simple nudge:

“I gave you this dream on purpose. What are you going to do with it?”

And I had a choice: wait for the perfect time, or start in the middle of real life — messy, beautiful, exhausting, holy life.

So I started. This is me starting.

I write early in the mornings before the sun and before the kids.

I write late at night with tired eyes and a grateful heart.

I write in the cracks of the day after homeschool is over and the kids are jumping on the trampoline, with the laptop open on the kitchen counter while waiting for the water to boil, in the car on my phone when inspiration finds me.

I write scared, unsure, and wildly unqualified. But I write.

And slowly, a book began to take shape. Then characters. Then purpose.

This isn’t just about chasing a dream. It’s about obedience. It’s about saying yes to what God stirs in us — even when it doesn’t make sense, even when we feel small, even when life is already full. Especially then.

If God gives you something — a dream, a calling, a burden, a mission — He didn’t give it to tease you. He didn’t give it to sit in a drawer or live only in a journal. He gave it to grow, to bless, to glorify Him.

So yes — I’m a wife. I’m a mama. I’m an Alaskan adventurer. And I’m also a writer. Not one of those things cancels out the others. God didn’t ask me to choose. He asked me to trust.

So here I am... a debut author stepping out in faith and grit, chasing the wild God-sized dream He planted in my heart. I don’t have it all figured out. But I’m going for it. One page at a time.

If you’re holding onto a dream too, I hope this is your nudge: Start. Even now. Even small. Even scared. You don’t need perfect conditions. You just need a willing heart and a little courage.

God will meet you in the middle.