My name is Bonita Jeanne— 

               I am a writer and a poet who also happens to be a teacher, a wife, a mother, and a

grandmother of three magnificent wonders.

           I promised God that once I finished grad school, I would use what I had in my hand 

to serve people. I thought I knew what that would look like, but suddenly, my world turned  

upside down; simultaneously, I heard God calling in the chips on my promise.

          And in this season of sliding over and making room for “the new” ways in which we  

move with the rhythm that is us, the idea of Pencil Perfect found me in my deepest and  

darkest wilderness.

          So, when he asked me, “What is that in your hand?” I replied, “Rejection, anxiety, 

dissonance, grief, and enormous pain.” Throw it down on the ground.” He  

commanded. And when I threw it all to the ground, it became a box.

          God said, “Pick it up.” And when I picked it up, he told me to look inside–and when I

obeyed, I saw the word, LIBERTY. I asked the Lord what it meant, and he said, “I taught  

you how to conquer fear, shame, guilt, — do you remember?” “Yes, Lord, I remember,” I 

said.   “You will teach those who seek, those who knock, those who call on ME how to

overcome those things that have so easily entangled them, and in return, I will give them the

liberty to exist in their Divine Purpose. 

        Teach them through writing and self-reflection to ‘run with perseverance the race

marked out just for them.’ Hebrews 12: 1-3