Join me on this journey, that the Lord is leading me on. Come with me on my ups and downs as I learn to walk closer with the Lord and learn who I am in Him. As I follow this path of a writer and see where it leads maybe you can get a few laughs in as well as tears. And maybe just maybe you can learn something from me.

Frustrated. Oh so frustrated. LOL I’m so frustrated I even wrote a really bad poem about it. And no you don’t get to see it… did you not read what I said? It’s BAAAAAAD.
God has gifted me with some amazing people in my life. Their talent for writing is mind blowing. We are talking so good that I wouldn’t be surprised if 4 of them had contracts before the next conference. (What does this have to do with being frustrated? Hold your freaking horses; let me toot my friend’s horns.) And trust me when their books come out… you will be reading all about it in here and I’ll hound your butts to buy the books. Yeah granted they have more to learn, but as a writer if you ever stop learning you might as well quit, what’s the point? But they are “there.” Ready to be pubbed “there.”
On to my frustration. I’m not “there.” Nowhere near “there.” I’ve come a long way in the last year. I acknowledge that. I’ve learned a lot. But there are things that I can’t grasp and prob never will. Oh, just to clarify before you people post this… I’m not comparing my talent to anyone else’s. I’m well aware that He gave us totally different gifts. Mine is just as unique as theirs is. And before you think this too… I’m not afraid of hard work. (Despite the fact that I keep telling y’all I’m lazy.)
So I’m working on this chicklit. It’s actually not that bad. It’s not “there” but it isn’t bad. But I hate it. The other thing I have to work on I love. I already know back-story on all the characters. I never know that stuff. It’s good. It’s going to be great. But I’m pretty sure I’m not ready to write it, to do it justice. So I work on the chicklit when things don’t conspire against me. (Trip, msword not working, funk… which btw really cool how the funk went away last night. God is so cool.)So I plod along on the chicklit and wonder am I right? Did I hear from God when I thought He showed me I was scared to rewrite it?
There are a lot of things in my life... that I’m not "there" yet... and I know that I will be and I can see it. But with writing, I don’t know that I will and I can't see it.
So here I sit. Frustrated. Questioning. Speaking of questioning… these words were spoken to me tonight, “Stop questioning the gift God gave you and rejoice!”
This book… all of them that I’m going to write is going to take more than I have. It’s going to have to be God. Because I’m greatly lacking here. Weak. I can’t do it on my own.
Take My Hand
Take my hand to the promise land
And on You I want to stand
‘Cause I cannot do it on my own
You're what I need and I need to be
Right by Your side ‘cause I cannot hide
Lord, I know that I need You
Na na na na na na na na na, I need You
Na na na na na na na na na, I need You
Without You I'm so alone
I am weak but You are strong
You pick me up when I'm falling down
And I am crying
Out to You inside of my heart
I need You, Lord, oh so, for the part
I want You to have my life, Jesus
I fall to my knees
And I'm begging You, please, oh, Lord
Won't You change me
Make me new from the inside out
I want to shout out Your name
You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. Isaiah 58:11
Blessings Y’all!