My name is Denise.
What I have come to know through all of my living is I need more time and space in my life, to stop and just breathe, to feel I am not alone. And God continues to have a purpose for me. As a daughter, my goals involved my friends, my parents and siblings, and finding love. Fortunately, I found a good man who strives to overlook my weirdness and love me well. Marriage is HARD, but worth it. As a mother, my focus was nurturing my children and they became my life. And then they flew the nest, and I had to let them go. It’s in this season I learned to write my story.
For me, life easily slips into rote. I am about the immediate tasks at hand. Rushing. Busy. For one who fills a 24-hour day with way more activity than any sane person would consider, God takes me from helping and listening a myriad of people, to solitary introspection. As a keeper of stories for the past ten years, my life paradigm will be evident, but make no mistake we are deeper and more mysterious than any psychologist can figure out. My hope is for us to learn together. So, I write about my life not to promote me, but to touch your heart in ways you can relate for small adjustments that make for large growth.