The Writer’s Weapon
The simplicity of a pencil.
My favourite tool for writing is my pencil.
Connecting my heart and my writer’s voice.
I have memories of childhood hours sitting at the side of the house on warm summer days. HB pencil & Huge notebook were my tools of choice.
It was nurse stories, inspired by Cherry Ames or Sue Barton books that fuled my passion to write.
Father, you still give me the words when I take the time to slow down, pick up my pencil and listen for the stories you want me to tell.
Thank you that I get to be a writer. .
Stories of heroines touching the hearts and minds of the wounded; bringing physical comfort and healing to all the broken places of our lives.
Linda, my daughter……
You are my heroine.
Wading into a vast universe .
Releasing your words.
Trusting Me to send them where I desire to take them.
Keep giving Me those words .
Keep giving Me the words that only I can see .
With a gentle breeze I will choose the audience.
Trust Me.
I am so thankful that I get to be a writer.
Painting word pictures in black and white.
I write for you, Father.
Virtually yours
linda
