Seriously, if I could spend all of my waking hours simply writing and telling stories for others… I would do it in a heartbeat!

I think that I was born to write, regardless of whether it ever goes anywhere, career wise. For me, the value isn’t in the paper that the book might be printed on. When I live by God’s daily provision, I don’t feel the pressure to make it big in the dollar department. My desire is to collect hearts and minds for my Creator, over the accumulation of worldly goods. Now that I’ve given you that goofy disclaimer about my motives, I’m hoping you’re following my line of thinking when I use writing as my answer to the prompt.

Every day, I do an immense amount of several things, talking being one of the biggest. I pray/talk to God, sing, and wear my poor husbands ears out with all my chatty antics. I read all the time, and yes, I write… a lot! But what I don’t get to do nearly enough is give all those writings a voice… you know, read them out loud to kids. Is it selfish to wish for laughter, smiles and happy hearts when I read my stories to little ones… maybe it is. But when the result is love for all involved, how can that be so bad.

Since God hasn’t told me otherwise, Imma just keep writing and weaving dreams, like I’ve been doing. Bur if I get a chance to do it more than I’m already doing, I won’t be wasting any chances to do it… just sayin!

Take an extra cookie today,

I made more than I normally do.