Bio: Believer, avid reader, speech teacher. Suburban small town wife, longhorn for life. College football fanatic, sour patch kid addict. Christmas lover, dachshund mother. Tight-knit family, lifelong friends. All because of the grace He extends. In my family, the love of poetry is genetic. My grandfather and my father have always possessed a natural gift for hearing a poem once and committing every word to memory. Many of my fondest childhood memories involve a room full of relatives sitting captivated as they shared poems they had read and written by heart. I always knew it was beautiful, but it wasn’t until I was a teenager that I truly grasped the exquisiteness of their words. Tears came quickly and unexpectedly, and I recall not being able to stop them or hide them, like teenagers do. So I gave in. I started immersing myself in poetry. I was astounded at the joy and perspective it brought to my life. It was like falling in love – I couldn’t get enough, and I wished I had become acquainted with poetry much sooner. After a while, I noticed I was thinking differently. I seemed to be thinking in poetry. This newfound appreciation for poetry had revealed a deep and abiding appreciation for the world and the people around me. Suddenly, I had words to express what was in my heart. I especially felt this way while reading God’s Word. The Word that gives life to my spirit was giving life to my words as well. Romans 12:6 says “Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them” and 1 Peter 4:10 says “As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.” This is why the majority of my poems are about the goodness of God and His grace in giving us people to walk through life with. In the process of maturing me from an emotionally timid teenager to a woman in love with words, The Lord has shown me the sweetness of authentic, gospel-centered community. He gave me fellow believers to admonish and encourage me in my gift of writing. For that reason, a lot of my poems express the freedom found in vulnerability within those relationships, and the growth that it cultivates. By the grace of God, I share my poems as an offering unto Him. May these words make His name known, not my own.