Not many of you know the name of my freelance writing business unless you receive an email from me, which includes my business logo or tag.

I’d like to share with you how I arrived at that name.

I had one more year before I finished my third teaching contract in the United Arab Emirates when I felt God directing me home. My parents were getting older and my marriage hadn’t worked out.  It was time.

During the summer holidays, I talked to my dad about buying a house. I’d saved quite a bit of money working overseas and I was so excited to be able to afford my own house at last in the States.  Instead of agreeing with me, Dad brought up a different suggestion.

“I think you’d be better off moving into that space over the house where I keep my lumber. We can make it into a granny flat. You can sleep in your old bedroom. Fixing up this place will save you money in the long run. We can put a furnace up there, build you a little deck where you can drink coffee early in the morning and watch the sun rise.” The fact I didn’t drink coffee never deterred me from my decision.  I’d caught the gist of my father’s dream. Besides, I loved sunrises. It felt right.

All year long, we dreamed together over the phone.  He’d tell me about the new developments and I’d get more excited. Dad had a way of making that happen.

But quite suddenly– four months before my contract finished–cancer catapulted me home early.  I found out my father had Stage 4 bone and lung cancers. I had so little time with him that we rarely talked about the apartment.  All work halted.

It stood, a sad monument to our half-finished dream.

Before I came home, my dad had taken out all the lumber and unforgettable purchases accumulating from my world travels and stored them in an old school bus. He purchased the promised furnace. Then he had his tree workers (jack of all trades) put up the drywall.    Because he knew I needed plenty of light, he put in several windows to compensate for my diminishing vision.

He died before it was complete.  But mom insisted I go forward with it. “Your dad would want that.” Finishing it off was a bittersweet task. It took four or five months to do and a lot more money than it would have if Dad had been here to advise me. The shipment of  belongings from my nine years in the Middle East arrived in early September and with it, came the transformation of my apartment. It looked beautiful!

I only wished my dad could have seen it.

My plan was to continue teaching, initially, and write from home in my spare time. I would gradually turn it into a full-time occupation. When I had enough money to move to the next level, I’d start to write  books about my adventures.

We always called the space over the house “Dad’s wood loft.” Now it became my own little studio apartment connected to my bedroom. It had a kitchen, an office with a brand new computer and stairs leading down to a laundry room. No deck yet.

The majority of stories I wrote had to do with my travels, which always reflected my adventures and God’s lessons to me in the midst of them. When I thought of the humble beginnings of my father’s dreams for me—his wood loft—I decided to call my office and subsequent freelance business, The Lords Loft because my writing was spirit-led.

I always feel a little sad my father couldn’t finish it with me and see his dream for me realized. But those are just my feelings. A part of me knows he does see it every day and that’s why I keep the name loft in the name. I never want to forget that he believed in my dream of writing professionally and he furnished the space to make that happen.

Memories of my father exist in every nail hammered down, the blonde maple hardwood floor, the ample lighting and even the furnace in my place. My walls are filled with treasures from the countries I’ve visited. I feel good in my surroundings.

But God is the inspiration that keeps me writing each day. It is His light that comes out in my words.

So it is that I honor both my earthly father and my heavenly Father with the name of my freelance business: Christian and Inspirational Writing from … The Lord’s Loft.

From a Wood Loft to the Lord’s Loft
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4 thoughts on “From a Wood Loft to the Lord’s Loft

  • February 23, 2013 at 9:34 pm

    Amy, I am so glad that I happened upon your stories as I, too have Usher’s Syndrome. It takes great faith and some humor to get through some of the challenges that meet you.
    I grew up with a wonderful family dealt with first the declining hearing loss and then some vision.
    It is so good to hear of someone with the same attitudes and uplifting stories that you share.
    God bless you for helping others by sharing stories of your faith and humor!

  • February 24, 2013 at 5:25 pm

    Hi Deb,
    I am thrilled that you came across my site, too! It helps me to know that I’m not alone.
    You mentioned that you had declining hearing first, then some vision loss. Is the vision loss connected to Retinitis Pigmentosa?
    I have an author friend who has a platform for people losing their hearing. She has written a few books. One of them is Confessions of a Lip Reading Mom. I haven’t read the book yet but she has a great outlook so I like to check out her site from time to time. I’ll include the link in case you want to check it out. Please come back to read more stories!
    God bless,

  • February 25, 2013 at 12:27 am


    Thank you for posting this link in HACWN. I’m delighted to have this connection to you. This is a lovely story about your writing home. I, too, am certain that your earthly father and your heavenly Father are both pleased with the outcome and proud of your accomplishments.

  • March 11, 2013 at 4:17 am

    Thank you for reading my blog and for the encouragement, Judith.
    Come back anytime! Now there is a sign-up link. =)
    How is your book doing? It’s such a beautiful one…!
    Take care,

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