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:
Do you want the good news or the bad news first? I can never decide which order is better. Does the good news make the bad news not so bad if the bad news goes first or does the bad news take the joy out of the good news if the good news goes first?… Continue reading Good News or Bad News?
Rain has typically been something of a disappointment to me. Today I saw the value of rain, thanks to a drive through the Flint Hills.
When I think of today’s climate, this is what comes to mind. https://youtu.be/bM-beloWExE(Hint: it’s a orchestra warming up.) Its loud and jumbled. Everyone is trying to be heard. No one is playing the same melody. It’s exhausting. I’m exhausted. I’m confused. I’m tired of hearing the shouts of so many different, impassioned opinions. I’m tired… Continue reading Wrestling with the Noise