The beauty of writing is ‘who cares if no one reads it,’ but sometimes, it’s difficult to get to that place. This is just a pouring out of my heart, so if you don’t want to hear it, scroll on. Continue reading
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The marvel behind The Lightening and The Fire tagged me in this interview: a man who I’d love to meet, a man who lets everyone see inside his heart. I’m honored to have been thought of by him and admire him so.
Here are the rules:
* Mention the person who tagged you
* Answer the questions in full
* Don’t forget to tag up to ten other bloggers at the end
How did you get into blogging?
One day, as I was reading someone’s inspirational email, and I heard God clearly say, “Why are you reading other people’s words? You have much to write about that others need to read,” so, I began to write on Facebook, which led to creating a website, which led to blogging, which led to poetry, which led to songs, etc. Now, no one can stop me.
What advice would you give to a blogger just starting out?
There’s nothing to hide. When you’re open…honest…real, people understand that and can relate. Every lesson in life learned is meant to be passed on. Just be who you are because being anyone else wouldn’t make sense.
What would be your dream campaign?
Many people seemed trapped in bondage. I want to live freedom out loud for all to hear with their hearts, grab hold of, and walk out of bondage.
Do you have a plan for your blog?
I don’t have any plan for my blog. My blog is my heart revealed, and I don’t have a plan for my heart.
What do you think about rankings?
In general, rankings don’t make sense to me. It causes people to compare.
I’ve barely scratched the surface of getting to know people online from this website, but there are many writers who’ve captured my attention and, at times, my heart.
Here’re some I’d like to hear from:
Yesterday, I wrote a poem called “Prison,” and there were a few interesting things that happened before, during, and after.
First of all, remember the stranger who sent me a dress? Well, we’ve become friends, and the very next day, I received TWO MORE! One of them was black and white, and when I tried it on, I found it to be so comfortable. At the time, because I was working on flags, I took it off, until right before bible study last night.
When I put it back on, I loved it even more…so comfortable. I began straightening up, in case anyone showed up; when, all of a sudden, a poem started within me, shot me like an arrow. I grabbed the computer and started to write it out. Everything I wrote I’ve either felt or was feeling. It was so powerful, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for Facebook friends to see it, so I decided to only post it on my website, but God stopped me in my tracks.
As I rolled my eyes, I posted it on Facebook, and within seconds, a couple people appreciated it (it was needed, so God knew what He was doing, as usual). I also received some private messages about it. I was humbled at how God used me and began to cry.
As I reread it, I cried some more, and then, I thought about the title God gave me. It was so spot on: the prison within, being behind bars without a cell, and in the midst of the tears, I looked down at my dress, thought of the old prison uniforms from TV, and began to laugh…black and white stripes. How awesome is God!!
Before yesterday, I didn’t own anything with black and white stripes, so the timing of the dress, the way this poem shot right through me like an arrow, the title of the poem were no coincidences. God orchestrates things perfectly, and if we follow suit, they all run smoothly.