I started this writing journey because I was searching for fun, faith-filled fiction—stories I wouldn’t be embarrassed to read on a beach or in a waiting room. I wanted books that didn’t make me uncomfortable, but still made me feel something.

The irony? I failed 9th grade honors English because I couldn’t write. I didn’t understand poetry, couldn’t journal, and never thought I’d be capable of writing a story—certainly not one worth reading. But for over a decade, a seed of an idea stirred in my heart: a Christian romance series. I prayed. I waited. I wrestled with doubt and defeat. Most days, I believed I wasn’t enough.

And yet—here I am.

Rising from the dregs of self-ridicule and self-doubt, trying to keep my covenant with God as I pour out my heart onto pages filled with love, redemption, and renewed faith. Not to build a platform—but to glorify Him.

Jesus knew what was coming. And still, He stayed the course. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t painless. But He chose the cross—for us. For you. For me.

So I choose to keep writing the stories God places on my heart. I walk in faith. Because Sunday is coming. And so is my someday.

One foot in front of the other.

 He is always faithful.

 His timing is always perfect.

 He never abandons us—no matter how far we stray.

 I believe. ✝️

He is risen. He is risen indeed.

Mark 16:6 (KJV)

 “And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him.”

God bless.

 —Les