Reading is my favorite pastime. I love books and words and stories. I enjoy getting to know characters different from myself, and ones that remind me of myself. I enjoy traveling to a different time period, traveling to a different place, or traveling to both at the same time. Most of all, I enjoy how stories help me grow - challenging my perspectives, sparking conversations and connection with others, speaking truth and hope to my heart.
Since reading is something I’m passionate about and a way God has helped me become more the woman He created me to be, I wanted to share just a bit of my reading journey with you.
This past year was hard. It was good, but also hard. I struggled with anxiety, discontent, and feeling stuck/purposeless a lot more than I would like to admit.
But I’ve seen my faith grow, even when I didn’t think it was growing. I’ve seen my joy become more steadfast, even when I didn’t think it was being strengthened. I’ve seen God’s goodness, even when it didn’t seem like He was working.
One area of my life that helped me grow, brought me joy, and shined God’s goodness, was the time I spent reading.
Reading is my favorite pastime. More than just enjoying stories and getting to know characters and places and time-periods, reading brings me rest and renewal, connection and community.
On a summer night, as the setting sun painted the sky pink, and I sat on the queen bed my sister and I shared, my five-year-old heart recognized the love Jesus has for me and my need for Him to be my Savior.
So with a bowed head, closed eyes, and a simple prayer, I repented of my sins, asking Jesus to forgive and save me.
That was over 20 years ago, and a lot has happened since.
There have been times of happiness, longing, sorrow, overwhelm, loss, learning, confusion, discontentment, loneliness, trusting, seeking, finding, provision…
Through it all, God has been good. I have been given hope and joy in Jesus.