Brave Heart, Brave Soul. She who is brave is free.

“I like weird people. The black sheep. The eight balls. The left centers. The wallflowers. The underdog. The loners. The rejects. The outcasts. The odd ducks. The eccentric. The broken. The lonely. The lost and forgotten.” ~ Unknown    I grew up the oddball. Maybe you did too. You know, a little weird? I was different and not in the funny girl kind of way either. I was always too much for a lot of people. And honestly, it’s been that way my whole life. People either love me or they hate me. I rarely find anyone who falls in between. If you're a member of this club you know exactly what I'm talking about. You and I have never been what anyone expects; or to be honest, who they want us to be. I’ve never moved in the popular circles. I’m a wallflower and a book worm with a big imagination. Even now I’m not a girly girl, but I’m not a tomboy either. I was and have always been somewhere in-between.    To this day, I’m still the oddball. I’m sensitive; and believ...

“Behind her smile, there is a story you would never understand.” ~ Unknown I’ll be writing my own fairytale today…Yes you heard me correctly. For years I’ve been writing stories. Piecing each one together through old familiar tales. Today however, the tides have changed. And I think it’s time I tell my fairytale. In my own words, unapologetically.  First of all any good southern fairytale begins like this…. Y'all ain't gonna believe this ….And the truth is you might not, but that’s not my job. The task before me as a writer is simply to tell the story. Your position as a reader is to listen and then to decide which path you’ll take once I’ve finished my tale.  So shall we take take this leap together then? Are you ready? Are you sure? Alright. Close your eyes. Hold tight.  Here we go…. I was raised by Southern standards. Say what you will, horse feather or not, growing up southern has a charm all its own. Now the truth is I’m a bit old fas...

There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” ~ C.S. Lewis   I’m a woman with a bit of eccentric character. I get this. I don’t keep with convention. I’ve never been the kind of girl to follow the crowd. I wasn’t raised to. I’ve never fit the mold or conformed to the world’s standards. Being like everyone else has never been my goal. Never will. I’m a daughter of the King. I trust in Jesus. That’s just who I am. But the reality is I’m about as far from perfect as they come. I mean I walk into walls on a regular basis for goodness gracious sake. If I were you, I wouldn’t exactly be  followin ' in my footsteps. I’m a hot mess after all.  I know, it’s unconventional to color outside the box or with broken crayons, but I do. This is the thing. I love who I am, despite the consequences. I wasn’t exactly raised to be normal. I guess you could say I’m anything but. Pretty much my mind is a little strategically bent most days. In my defense though, I...