Tuesday, October 27, 2009

My Little Dallas



My cutest little boy with eyes of emerald honey
hair of burnished gold and skin soft like Heaven

A voice, full and strong.

How he turns castles from nothing and tales from a single toy,
his creation is magic to lose myself in.

Though words seem to fail him at times, he has found hope.
With actions and tones can he say his heart thoughts.

Strength form above, pours into his life--what an example this little boy is.

His sweet tender spirit, like a honeybee to flower,
touches others with his shining example.

Little Dallas--how full my heart is.
How I love you as I hold your softness to my breast.

I love you, my little Dallas


(turned four September 13th)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Unfolding A Rose




It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals, With these hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to you and I.

GOD opens these flowers so sweetly,

While in my hands they fade and die.

IF I can not unfold a rosebud,

This flower of God's design,

Then how can I think I have wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for leading, Each moment of every day.

I will look to Him for His guidance, Each step of the way.

The pathway that lies before me,

Only my Heavenly Father knows.

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments, Just as his He unfolds the rose.

--author unknown



This was a beautiful poem given to my daughter in YW. How do you think it applies to us as writers?

Friday, October 9, 2009

Loving My Critique Group


My writing life has been extremely lonesome. I've prayed and prayed and prayed, wondering if my drought would ever end. So many tears have I known.

I started my writing career way back in the early days of my youth. I started my first full blown manuscript in 1991. I started searching for writers who would welcome me warmly into their arms.

I've searched high and low. Far and wide. Near and yonder.

And I prayed some more.

Then, slowly, one by one, the Lord has generously provided me with wonderful friends until so many poured in all at once, my cup is running over. So wonderful that I think to pinch myself and ask, "is this real?"

We have recently formed a critique group, today being our 3rd week anniversary!

I am humbled to be in the company of such artfully talented writers who love me as much as their writing!

Love you, guys!