Rhonda Sassano

Who knew writing a bio would be such a challenge?  Lol, guess I know myself too well and yet, not at all… 

I could start by saying I’m a wife, mom, teacher, artist, etc.  but those only describe only what I do, not who I am.

I am, first of all, a much-beloved daughter of Father God. I’m His treasured one, precious to Him and worth being separated from His Son. He says I am worth sentencing His Son to a horrific, agonizing death on a tortuous cross, so that I could be made holy and could live in relationship with Him so close that our hearts are forever entwined and inseparable.  So near that I can feel His breath and hear His heartbeat.  He adores me so much that one look of my eyes, and He is undone, desiring to give me every good thing. 

Every good thing includes a husband who is full of faith, love, and integrity.  He never wavers. I have three grown children who all have solid relationships with Jesus; the oldest is married and has given us a grand baby that I simply adore! The youngest will be married soon, and the middle one is patiently enduring, waiting for the Lord’s choice. 

Every good thing also includes a variety of opportunities to bless Him and others with creative gifts and words of encouragement, and sometimes something tasty to eat, either from my container garden or my kitchen  

It’s been a life of adventure and hardships, moves across country and back, new opportunities and unexpected rejections, love and heartache, jobs as custodian, cook, teacher, choir director, bus driver, care giver, muralist, and manager.  Each one has taught me new skills and new ways to communicate. I’m still learning. 

I have a future goal to become a licensed mental health professional with a specialty in Art Therapy.  (I already have a handful of clients that let me practice on them!) And, I’m in therapy myself because I struggle with depression and disappointment. So I know firsthand that creative expression is a meaningful method of healing. 

And I know the God who knows the insecure me, who sees the hidden me, who loves the unloveable me.  Treasured.  Known.  Loved. That’s who I am.