I Was a Writer….

Once upon a time I dreamed of writing a book. It was many, many years later, after being let go from a corporate job during a downsizing before that dream became a reality. I had time to write and so I did. I finally found my niche in the Christian/inspirational genre and today still have several books on Amazon available for e-readers. I retired about a year ago because I lost the passion for writing novels.

BUT, there is no such thing as a past tense writer. Once God gives you a gift and a passion to use it, the gift remains even if your mind decides to retire. So not…I was a writer, but I am a writer.

Thus, the passion to write kept burning. My Facebook timeline has always been a ministry of sharing the hope and joy of having a relationship with God. After telling my mind I was no longer going to write novels, I needed another way to continue sharing my gift. And, thus, this blog was born.

Along with sharing thoughts and emotions, I also share my hobby of coloring, which has kept me busy and sane during the isolation days of the worldwide pandemic. Color makes me happy. Writing makes me happy. A perfect pairing.

I scribbled these words in a small 2 inch by 4 inch notepad while waiting for my optometrist to call me into the room for my actual exam. And in this waiting period my eyes were being dilated. Thankfully, I could still see fine, but I also realized I need to carry a larger notepad with me for such a time as this.

So, back to gifts. One can go for years without accepting and utilizing their gifts. I was young, elementary school age, when I discovered my love of reading which led to a strong desire to write. I wanted to entertain people, but being shy this discouraged any chance at an acting or singing career. Well, that and having no talent in either.

Even though I have “retired” from writing books, a part of me is still in love with being a writer. I can’t not write. Yes, that is correct grammar, despite what my son-in-love says. And so, I embrace this gift as I sit at my desk with my laptop and transfer my thoughts to my fingers to tap out the words. And I thank God.

Today I am waiting for the next round of snow to hit in a few hours. The wind is howling as it blows outside my condo, the sound battling with the sound of the furnace. It’s like a battle of forces to see which is stronger. There is still about four inches of snow on the ground with another round of 6 to 10 inches to come. The temperature is 24 degrees which isn’t bad considering…it is the wind chill causing a desire to stay inside. I spoke with my brother and my sister, both of whom live in Texas, and they are experiencing ice, snow and bone chilling temperatures. One of my friends lives in an area of southern Texas and she has 5 inches of snow!

So much change is affecting our nation, not just the changes due to the pandemic. I feel God is speaking loud and clear…”Children, wake up! Repent!” And so I wait quietly, sitting in His presence, knowing nothing is in my control. It is faith, trust, and hope that sustain me. The Bible is my lifeline. I pray you will remember what is important and be grateful, not snarling and snapping because things are not to your liking. The one thing you can control is your attitude. Choose happiness.

And now, I come to the time where I share my hobby results from this week. I had a slow start coloring because I wanted to finish my diamond painting. I didn’t finish it completely, but hopefully it will be finished today. I did spend many hours enjoying the splash of color both in my diamond painting efforts and applying color to my coloring pages.