I have written all of my life. Words written on a page have fascinated me from the time I was a small child. As I grew I dreamed of having my own words in print, of walking into a library and checking out a book with my name on the cover. It doesn't look as if that will happen, but what happens to my writing is in the hands of the Lord.
I used to journal about everything that touched my adolescent heart--poems and short stories abounded. I kept my journal in a loose-leaf notebook, volumes about hopes, dreams and broken hearts. Those writings are long since gone. The poems and stories remain, and I wonder at how my Creative Writing teacher could have given me such good grades! The journals were burned before I got married. They seemed silly and of no use to anyone.
The desire to write burned in my heart for 20 years as I had a nursing career and raised my children , led Bible studies and grew in my own understanding of God and His word. Then my father was killed--struck by lightning while fly fishing, and my raw emotions had to find a way to come out.
On the first Father's Day following his death, as I was drying my hair, which seems to be a mindless occupation ripe for getting thoughts flowing, I had phrases going through my head. I began to write them down. One by one they filled the page and by the end of the day I knew I had something special. My husband took the kids somewhere and I begged to stay home. In the quiet of the evening I got out my piece of paper, written as kids from all over the neighborhood carried on a baseball game in our backyard. It was a poem, perfectly rhyming (something I was never good at), and perfectly describing my beloved father.
Since that time I have written quite a bit of poetry. All rhyming, all coming to me the same way the one about my dad did--all at once, usually at a critical point in my life, a gift to me from a God who loves me. The things I write on this blog are intended to bless the people who read them.
Go and be blessed by the Lord, the Creator of Heaven and Earth, the Savior of our souls.
In Him,
Norma
