Introduction

As an official Late-Bloomer, I spent a lot of years in survival mode. Struggling through college as a single mom. Then grad school and building a business.

I talked to God a lot.
But I wasn’t sure He was listening.
And I couldn’t remember hearing His voice.

And I desperately needed to hear His voice.

Blame it on the Zeitgeist

My counseling practice launched when I got my Psychology License.
October 2007. Several of my clients were in real estate.
Most were small business owners.

Economic issues hit them. Then me.

Teaching kept me going financially.
But working in three cities got to be too much.
So in May 2010 I left teaching to pursue my One True Passion.

Faith or Foolishness? Poor timing.

Blame it on My One True Passion

During my post-doctoral work,
I developed a passion for
helping Couples.

As a twice-divorced woman,
no church wanted me to be
their marriage expert.

So far, it hasn’t seemed to matter that The Lord gave me a Passion to fight divorce in Orange County. Because – as you can see – very little has worked in my favor in fulfilling that desire.

So I’ve been tempted to reinvent myself – my calling. But my Passion is so deeply ingrained in who I am that I have no idea where to begin.

So I wait.

And I listen.

This book is about that process.
Excerpts from my journal.

WHISPERS IN THE DESERT
hearing God’s voice in the lonely spaces

The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. (John 10:2-4)

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