I’m Lindsey, a lover of words and the beauty of nature, from the sunset to the stars. But as a little girl, I was a chaser of adventure. From running barefoot through creek beds to soaring over jumps on my pony, I had a way of chasing the stars, always dreaming and doing.
My highest star was starting a blog. I deeply longed to share my words with the world; my subject, however, was ever-changing. I filled notebooks with stories of warring kingdoms, lost princesses, and daring rescues—but I could never seem to weave a purpose into my daydreams. Until I realized that I had my own story of redemption to tell. Because at one time, I had been the one who needed rescuing.
I accepted Jesus before I could form a memory of the day. All I knew was that He had what I needed—forgiveness. Even then, I understood that my heart was a messy place in need of cleansing. But Jesus didn’t become real to me until later on, when my thought of starting a blog slowly resurfaced.
After years of scraping stories, I finally had a reason to write. My start was slow, but my focus was clear—I wanted my words to shake the world. At heart, I was still a dreamer. It was not until I began a long trudge through illness that my dreams faded into reality. What I wrote about—of presence and purpose in dark seasons—was no longer abstract.
My blog became a place where I could put pen to paper and process my thoughts, and I began to see hope spackled on each page.
Because maybe hope blooms in the least expected places.
And maybe we do too.