Almost anyone can be a blogger.
There are tons of things to blog about. I’m a writer and blogger and last
summer, with nothing but time on my hands between job hunting, (and plenty of
wallowing in self-pity while routinely watching The Fresh-Prince of Bel-Air reruns) I grew frustrated and felt
drawn to do something creative. I could think of no better way than to build a
platform for my writing through blogging. It’s only been a year but I’ve
enjoyed sharing different content on Making
Waves and having the opportunity to minister and connect with people
through my stories. I’m abundantly grateful that God trusts me with this and
even more touched by those who read the work and have even reached out to me
about different pieces shared. As a writer, there’s nothing more touching than
someone reaching out to you about how your words have expressed how they’ve
felt. Honestly, I’ve been scared to share different things on this blog, but
the stories I’ve been hesitant to share are usually the ones with the most
feedback and appreciation. And for that, I’m thankful and encouraged to share even
more with you all. I’m excited about Making
Waves and prayerfully hope to see its tides rise even higher. If you’re
interested in blogging, give it a try. You likely have something unique to share
with the world and all you have to do is make the decision to do something
about that. Make some waves.
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...