As I sit here and go through my emails this fine evening as well as critiquing some of my fellow writer‘s works in progress, I think about how much I truly love to write.

I am not one of those people who felt called to write at the tender age of seven years old and then knew throughout their life this is what they wanted to do. In fact, through high school English was so hard for me that it never even crossed my mind.

However, it’s amazing when God has other plans for your life. His plans are so much bigger than anything I could ever have dreamed of.

In fact, he took the tragedy of losing my daughter and implanted the seed for me to start writing about her journey both while she was still alive in the hospital as well as my grief journey since she passed on July 16, 2008. I mean, who would have thunk it all those years ago that today I’d be writing my first ever fiction novel. That I am able to take my life experiences and implement what I know into my writing.

Well, only one answer. God knew. He knew before I was ever a blimp in my mother and father’s eye that I would one day grow up and become a writer later in my life. I feel blessed that my writing may actually touch someone else’s life in a positive way. Think about it. Something that you write actually matters. That is sweet. I praise the Lord for this gift He has bestowed upon me.