My mom was home when I got home from school AND when my brother got home. She was around when Dad popped in for supper, which we always ate together. I never tasted a TV dinner until I was in college! No one visiting our home would have a clue why I would not be content.

But I wasn't content. I was restless. I didn't know why. Just tons on energy pushing and pulling me in a dozen different directions. Crazy? hmmmm maybe! My parents on more than one occasion consulted our "family doctor" (another extinct animal) and/or the school counselors on my behalf.

My favorite activities as a kid were either swimming, swimming or swimming OR when that couldn't be arranged, I loved to wander through the nearby forests, up creek beds. I enjoyed being alone. I talked to animals ... to trees ... just talked, asked questions, made promises.

I didn't realize until much later that intuitively I knew God ... I knew OF God, but I also knew who He was enough to be comfortable just chatting with Him as I would a friend. Strange? Yet I was restless for more ... more ... always more!

I learned very early in life that things didn't always go the way I wanted them. I didn't win every race (swimming). I didn't get straight A's in spite of my reportedly high IQ. I was ... datada ... the Under-Achiever! My favorite phrase was: "I'm bored!" I couldn't seem to make the boys I liked like me in return ... that way. I was everyone friend, a "great girl"

I went away to college and the trends continued. I loved to wander, often alone, along the coast in New England where I spent my 4 years of college-life. It was here at school that I was labeled a "Seeker." Interestingly, though, for many around me, the search was for God. That was not my search ... I knew God, talked with Him regularly - as in constantly! I didn't know, initially, who or what I sought. I only knew I had to find "it".

I married and had my kids ... the search continued, but with less urgency. My marriage, in spite of my prayers and those of others, was not a good one ... even at the beginning. I became angry with God. Why had He allowed me to marry the "wrong" man? Why couldn't He "fix" it? By sheer determination, I made myself stay until it became more advantageous for us to leave... or ask him to leave.

It has only been in this interim that I have found what I sought. MYSELF! In my youth, I was so busy trying to please every one else, trying to be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect mate, the perfect mom, that I forgot who I was OR never really learned who I was.

I have seen it posted that ones life is a journey to God. That is not really the case for me. I believe God has been with me all along and has finally led me to MYSELF. He has not answered all my prayers the way I would have liked, but I am confident of His love for me and for each individual He created. I do not feel a need to impose my beliefs on others since God is perfectly big enough to draw each of us to Himself in a wonderfully unique and individual way. I am excited to have found ME at long last and frankly think I'm pretty cool! (Does that sound arrogant? hahaha) I had nothing to do with making me who I am, so there's no arrogance about it ... just appreciation. God and I still talk continually. I still like to wander through forests or along beaches alone sometimes in appreciation of all I've experienced and learned so far.

So ... happy to meet You!