About Me

In 1980, I left the “one flashing light” town, in the southwest corner of Louisiana, to attend a small Bible college. This college was located in the metropolitan city of Birmingham, Alabama on a hill. Unfortunately, HIGH HEELS on that steep, paved terrain often collided as I scurried to class. More than anything, I wanted a husband who knew and loved God. It was not long before I became fascinated with a basketball playing senior, working nightshift security, from Peoria, Illinois, and who was very popular with the girls. Deciding to enter the competition, I became enamored. We were married the following summer leaving Bible college behind. Thirty-two years later, having raised 3 children and working alongside my husband as he pastored several churches, I returned to Bible college – a small, but thriving multi-ethnic school in Fayetteville, North Carolina. There were many impressive teachers, but the most respected was my husband who taught several of my classes as I FINALLY completed an associate degree in Bible.

While working on my associates, I was privileged to help in the College library. It was during that time, I wrote the Chronicles of the Librarian. The desire to write had always been there, but I never felt like it was the right time.

After graduation in 2014, we were thrilled to learn that our oldest daughter was pregnant. Having been married since 2009, but unable to have a baby, she put us on cloud nine with the news: OUR FIRST GRANDCHILD was on the way! However, shortly into the pregnancy, the baby’s heartbeat was no more heard. On Halloween of that year, our first grandchild left her body. We mourned suffering a great loss!

In the beginning of 2015, I visited several times with one of my impressive professors. His cancer journey was coming to an end. At the time I was also experiencing what I believed to be a pinched nerve. The immense pain caused me to miss his celebration of life service. After several steroid packs and no improvement, I looked for a doctor who might help. But, on April 2, 2015, I received a shocking telephone call from my brother. My dad was gone; an unexpected massive heart attack was the conclusion! We left for Louisiana, and after my dad’s funeral, an MRI revealed my pain and severe limp in my left leg was from a herniated disc.

Recovery for the herniated disc would come through physical therapy. However, recovery from other losses: our first grandbaby, a wonderful professor, and my 74-year-old dad would come as I began the adventure of writing on The Scarlett Road: @thescarlettroad.com

Born a blue-eyed blond and named Scarlett Christine, I went by my middle name, for years. But when my husband graduated with his Doctor of Education degree in 2017, he requested I go by my first name. It seemed like a great idea, especially a way to honor the memory of my dad (since he was the one who named me Scarlett 😉). Even so, explanations have been needed, quite often, to clear up the confusion that I am still “Chris”! 😉

Since my adventure with Word Press began in 2015, it has been a remarkable experience that has enlarged my heart. Born in 1962, but born again some 7 years later, my journey in healing both physically (sugar Holic) and spiritually has come from learning how to eat a healthy diet and consuming the Word of God, daily. So besides studying God’s Word and writing, my husband is my priority – working alongside him for the Kingdom. But high on that list of priorities are those precious grands the Lord has graciously placed in our family tree. My family and friends provide the incentive to press on as they support me in my writing. What delight there is in seeing the name of a country where someone I do not know has opened and read my blog; With that I also bear an even greater responsibility! I pray until the Lord returns or takes me home to continue sharing what He lays on my heart, to the glory of God! Let’s light up our world with the Good News of the Gospel of Christ!

Always learning,

Scarlett ❤