There are so many reasons why a writer writes and where and how they begin their journey with the pen. In the day of getting paid to blog not everyone has a passion for writing as much as a passion for a paycheck. I think it’s lovely the many options of expression and creating an income base—but I pray that how ever creative writing is used, it never loses the passion and purpose and the plow it creates to till the soil of the heart and make another man or woman great. I love the symphony, the melody, the harmony I am able to create as my heart, my mind and my spirit mix and blend together and spill forth from my hand.

I love Creation. I love the sway of the breeze in the trees, the colorful scene a springtime hillside in the valley can bring, a painted sky, the blue of daylight, and the mystical dance of the midnight. I’m crazy about it all. It stirs the things that rest inside me. Not everyone appreciates the emotionally provocative, it something I cherish quietly and tuck its beauty away like a pocket full of joy in the recesses of my being.

If your new to my blog, I’m just a sinner saved by Grace. A sinner just means I’ve messed up a time or two, not anywhere close to perfect, and that’s  probably just like you. We all come from differing walks of life and have a different look. Our experiences differ. Our education and background may differ. But one thing is for certain. God felt blessed by His own Imagination in the creation of all the universe and all that inhabits it. That includes you. And no matter our differences, our locations, our blessings and our struggles, we can all look up at the same sunrise. We can all moon gaze and appreciate how the moon doesn’t let the little stars feel alone. We can all celebrate the constants like the earths rotation and gravities pull, the song of the bird, and the rain for the earth. God is good. I hope you know him. He knows you and friendship with heaven is a simple as “Hello. . . “.

Writing to connect with the reader requires a lot of vulnerability and transparency. I’m a very guarded and private person by nature. But I wanted to develop my pen as I felt the nudge of Heaven employ me to be a Voice for Eternity. It’s been quite the journey. Deep “feelers”, heart people so to speak, have a lot of love to give and a lot of depth to their soul. It’s a delicate dance to know when to share it and when to hold back in relationships in life, and it is also true with the pen. The following piece (at the bottom of this post) is simply lovely and I wanted to share it. I didn’t write it, but it speaks so much and I connect with it. Maybe part of you will too even if you’re not a creative writer. I pray your love for my pen grows, it has been sent by the Lord. Not everyone will understand my last statement, but there are those who do. I write for you. ~Nicole

“My heart is stirred by a noble theme
    as I recite my verses for the king;
    my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.“

Psalm 45:1

"I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on."
Shannon L. Adler