The sun rests lazily along the horizon.I take a step into the deep clear waters of possibility. Just below the surface lie colorful treasures. I let the water dance around bare feet, leaving them planted firmly in the sand.
I scoop up a treasure. Bits of brown and white cling to my fingers as the tiny shell rolls around in my palm. Sunlight catches the iridescent rainbow inside. This decorated piece of artwork once housed a living creature.
Today, only a shell remains.
As I begin this brand new novel, my heart is to reach those readers out there who feel empty, worn-out, tired and torn. My hope is to somehow minister to those who have forgotten their worth ...
as I have struggled with taking hold of mine.
This blog will serve as scratch paper ... so I hope you will forgive the mess. I commit to working on it a bit each day. I don't know the first thing about writing a novel, except that you are supposed to steer clear of cliches'.
But what if your heart feels like an overused expression?
Every new step includes a fresh set of victories and challenges. Possibilities much like the ocean, seem endless. May God in His great wisdom place boundaries in pleasant places.
I'm so glad you decided to join me.
Let the healing begin.
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