Hello. I have another blog, but that really got boring, as I didn't get any comments and I don't think anybody was reading it. I have high hopes for this one.

Well, this is me. All of me. I am physically disabled. I can walk, but have poor balance. I can talk, but have a speech impediment. I can't use my right hand very well. I have sciolosis. I am almost 25 years old. I have a Bachelors of Arts degree in English.

But I have faith that this isn't all there is. I've come this far. I want to become a published writer. I want to be heard. There is so much I could do if I was just able to step out in the world by myself. I hate being dependent. But I can't drive. I can't do anything without a steady hand to hold on to.

And that's why I hold on to Jesus. His hand... the flesh torn by the nail they drove into it when they killed my Lord, not knowing they were doing everything according to God's will. His hand... the gentleness of His touch. His hand. And his tears were shed right along with mine. And I wasn't even aware of it, really aware, until high school.

When I was a little girl, probably in second grade or so, there was this book I loved. I don't remember what it was called, but it was about this pretty young woman who lived alone and always wore this scarf around her neck. She had this handsome suitor who always came to spend time with her every day. She never went to him. And he was a curious guy, and he asked her every day to take the scarf off so he could see what she was hiding. He was so certain that she was hiding something. Then one day, he came by and she was sick in bed, perhaps even dying, and he asked her, as always, to take off the scarf. She looked at him, and asked him if he really wanted her to do that. She didn't say even if it takes me away from you. She gave him no warning whatsoever. And so he said yes, and she slowly untied the knot in the scarf and it slipped from her fingers. And surprise! Her head rolled off the bed and on to the floor. She was dead. All because her guy was curious and couldn't leave well enough alone. It's terribly sad. If only she told him! But no, she wasn't much for words.

There's a lesson in that story, perhaps even more than one. But what I took away from it is that there's always more to people than meets the eye. That is so true for me!