Welcome to Imperfect Pearl! It is an honor to have you visit.
I have been writing short stories, devotionals, lyrics, and several first chapters of books since childhood. My very first website, For His Glory Teens, was built on Geocities when I was 13, and I’ve had a semi-active blog since a creative writing class in college. I enjoy writing. But writing is more than an enjoyable hobby for me.
When I was 11, God called me to write. No, there wasn’t an audible voice, but I heard it very clearly in my heart. I’m so excited for this platform and for the opportunity to walk in the calling God placed upon me all those years ago.
Why Imperfect Pearl?
I love pearls; there is something so classic and feminine about them. It could have something to do with the fact that I grew up watching movies from the 30s, 40s, and 50s, and TVLand back when it was a channel for shows like Leave It to Beaver, My Three Sons, Adam-12, and I Love Lucy. My love of pearls could also spring from my name meaning “pearl”.
I’ve had pearl necklaces in the past, and out of curiosity for whether or not they were genuine, I did some research on how to tell if pearls were real. One of the ways is by rubbing them together, and if they produce a dust, they’re real. Another way to tell if a pearl is real is by their flaws. Authentic pearls are not perfect. They have tiny ridges, and they vary in size.
While the temptation may be to put on the mask of perfection, hiding any and all imperfections, I desire to be real and authentic. I’m being refined, perfected, and sanctified, but I am not even close to being there yet.
Here are some of my latest posts:
Hello! It’s been a minute since I last posted. There’s a reason for that. For those of you who don’t know me in person, I’ve been keeping a secret. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t find a way to share my news. The longer I waited to share, the more of a challenge it… Continue reading Secrets to Tell
It’s 6:30 AM, and I’ve been woken up by sick kids again. I know many people are regularly up at this time and earlier, but I was awake well after midnight with garage sale prep buzzing around my mind. Garage sale prep and…a bit of fear. To provide my working husband with a little better… Continue reading Sick Kids, Sleepless Nights, and Spiraling Thoughts
We all have unpleasant memories. We’ve all experienced painful situations and seasons. One of my most terrifying experiences happened two years ago, and the worst of it started around Mother’s Day weekend. This isn’t your typical Mother’s Day blog post, but this is a story that needs to be told. I was the stereotypical girly-girl… Continue reading Redeemed