I'm Sarah Elizabeth. 25. Jesus-lover. Wife. Writer. Artist. Musician. INFJ. Etc.

I'm usually quite the timid one in admitting that I would love nothing more than to never grow up, as I prefer to spend my days daydreaming while sipping on iced coffee, reading various YA and children's books, cooking, driving through mountain forests, and coming up with unique fictional story-worlds on a semi-regular basis. 

You should know that being an adult is highly overrated. Which is why I plan on staying a child at heart for forever. I'll take big books and big starry-eyed daydreams over paying the bills and doing the dishes on any given day.

So, what does this chick write? I am a writer of fantasy fiction, and imperfect prose. And I'm also irrevocably in love with stories . . .  stories read aloud, stories that are profoundly written, and stories that are meant to be enjoyed via the silver screen. I love them all.

I'd cast myself as an artist, on most days. I'm all the time fiddling around with photography, graphic design, sketching, and painting. My creative self often times comes about via the written word, and other times it just needs to be color-splashed across the page.

I currently live in a small supremely country-sounding southeastern town with my husband, Jared, and our imaginary pets, since we can't have any in our apartment much to our disliking. I'm pretty much a flat-lander by geography, but a true mountain girl by heart. Right now I work part-time as a bookstore gal, and part-time as a stay-at-home wife, while I would love to be a stay-at-home mom and author in the near future. 

As far as this blog is concerned, the last five years have really transformed me as a person, as I've discovered my identity anew in Jesus, in peace-seeking, in life-embracing, and in this recent business of brave-hearting, through writing my heart out here in this little corner of the blogosphere.

Oh, Restless Bird (formerly known as the blog Daughter of the King) is the place where I ask myself those beautifully haunting questions, restlessly explore my faith-walk, conjure up imperfect prose, share my writerly ambitions, and occasionally let you see my heart in art form.

You are so very welcome in this place. Stay for a while, won't you, dear-heart?