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A happier topic this morning and a continuation of my writing prompt series. Here’s the prompt.

Balloons … Streamers … Cake. I love a good party! What would be the best
theme if someone were throwing a party for you? What would capture your
all-time favorite things? What unique decorations would be used? What food
would be served? What music would be playing? Would there be costumes?
What do the centerpieces look like? What different elements would make it
the ideal party specifically for you? Capture the scene with your words …

My 50th birthday was last December. I hinted to my husband in every way I could that I wanted the day or days around it to be special. (since the actual day of my birthday was on a Monday) I would have to say he did well with the hints taking our family to dinner the night before and to see Christmas lights for the first time in the city we now live in. He also asked our entire church to sing to me when he was making an announcement after the service was over in the morning. I was not expecting that, and it was pretty cool.

What made it really special though was the actual day of my birthday. I’m a pretty simple person as far as decorations and centerpieces are concerned. It doesn’t matter to me whether I eat off of china or paper plates. I’m a meat and potatoes kind of girl who likes country and Christian music. So, when a good friend invited me to Shane’s Barbecue for lunch, I was very happy to get to spend time with her and wasn’t expecting anything else. Boy, was I Wrong! I write that with a capital W because I was wrong. Let me set the scene. I walked into the restaurant, and she came up and hugged me leading me to the back of the restaurant. I was bewildered because usually, ordering was done before sitting down. But, I walked back there and saw a group of our friends from church. It was a surprise party! It had been a long time since I had someone plan one of those for me. I was greeted and hugged by everyone and was especially excited to see my birthday buddy who turned 5 on that day. It made me feel good to know that I counted with these people because I struggle with that. Anyway, we ordered and had a good time talking and laughing as we ate lunch and the birthday cupcakes my friend had brought. People even brought me presents which was the last thing I had expected–mainly writing journals and Christmas decorations. The party was precious and made me cry. It was the best birthday party I had ever had. I’m very grateful for the community around me who showed me the love of Christ that day and who put up with me even when I’m not the best person to be around. I guess that’s what grace is all about. 🙂

Hope everyone has a great day!


Words are a vital part of what we, as writers, do, so I thought I’d write about all the things they could do today. They are the smallest part of our craft. Words create sentences which create paragraphs which create pages which create chapters which create books. But they can also make us feel things. They can make us feel happy, sad, angry, disappointed, strange, bored, interested, encouraged, discouraged; the list of emotions goes on and on. They help us sharpen our imaginations by forming pictures inside our minds. If I read a book where the author has written a good description of his setting, I can imagine myself there and feel like I’ve traveled to a place I might not ever get to go in my lifetime. They are also a method of escape for me when I read as I can escape from whatever real life is throwing at me to enjoy the imaginary world of a book. In other words, words are the basic building blocks of everything we do in a society.

Written words are not the only words that are important though. Spoken words might be more important than written words because a lot of our communicating is done face to face. They can bring joy in one instance and then turn right around and bring sadness. From when we can first understand the spoken word, they help us form our concept of self. If the first words we hear are words that affirm us, we start on the path to becoming a productive person in society. But, if we hear words that demean us, that tell us we’re not any good, it doesn’t take much time for those words to take root in our inner being and become what we believe about ourselves.

So, words have power, power that I don’t think we realize sometimes. We realize when we are physically hurt whether we are ill with some kind of sickness or whether we’ve had some kind of accident like a broken arm or leg. Those hurts are visible and can be seen by whoever we come in contact with. But, words have the power to hurt us inside where the hurt is not as visible to the rest of us. We’ve all been hurt by words whether unintentionally or by bullying, and we’ve all been careless with our words and caused hurt. Words can form scars, but words can also heal. When I think of how I want to be with the words I speak or the words I write, I think of a verse of Scripture from my Christian faith.

Psalm 19:14 states, “May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.”

Hope everyone has a great day!


I saw a quote by Isaac Asimov earlier about writing, part of which I decided to use for the title of today’s blog post. Here’s the quote. “Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.”

This quote intrigued me, and I knew I had more I could say about it. For me, writing is thinking through my fingers. It is easier for me to think of things to say when my fingers are next to a keyboard than it is when I am in the middle of a conversation with a person. Sometimes things come out of my mouth I don’t mean to say, but when they show up on my computer screen, on paper, or in my journal and I realize they would be the wrong thing to say, I can correct them before I send the email or send the letter.

When I think through my fingers, I also have an easier time apologizing for something I’ve done wrong. In person, I tend to stumble over my words especially if it’s a person whose respect I would like to have and think I’ve messed up on having. But, if I write an apology letter, I can put my thoughts on paper, and they show what’s on my heart clearly.

I can also tell my stories when I think through my fingers. Stories from my life and stories from my imagination are brought into existence and can be kept for future generations when I think through my fingers. There are people who are good at telling stories orally, but, unfortunately, I am not one of those people. My stories are clearer and more honest when they are on the computer screen, on paper, or on the journal page than they are when I try to tell them out loud.

My prayer life has improved markedly since I started praying through my fingers in the last few years. When I write my prayers down, I have an easier time remembering who and what I need to pray for, and the conversations I have with God are more heartfelt. I can see how I’ve grown in my faith life by looking at the prayers I wrote down a year ago versus the prayer I wrote down yesterday.

And finally, I am able to do a better job of encouraging people when I think through my fingers versus when I talk with them out loud. In fact, it surprises me when someone says they have been encouraged by a conversation we have had as more often than not, I’ve been told how much a message or a card has encouraged someone in something they were going through.

Hope everyone has a great day!


I’ve read where a lot of my friends have picked a word to reflect what they want to do with the new year, how they want it to represent them. The concept intrigued me, and after some thought, I’ve come upon my own word. That word is refined.

I was refined in many ways in 2014. Ways that might be considered as bad by some people, but ways that also stretched my faith in more ways than you could possibly imagine.

God has a point in refining us though. Malachi 3:2-3 says, “But who can endure the day of His coming? And who will be able to stand when he appears? For He will be like a refiner’s fire and like cleansing lye. He will be like a refiner and purifier of silver; He will purify the sons of Levi and refine them like gold and silver. Then they will present offerings to the Lord in righteousness.”

I look at these verses and understand that being refined should be my heartfelt desire as a woman seeking to grow in her faith. And would hope that being refined would also give breath to the words I want to say. So, for 2015, this poem by Jennifer Kennedy Dean represents what I want most for my life.

“Oh, Lord, who can stand when you appear?
The splendor of Your presence near
Then knee shall bow and tongue proclaim
The pow’r of Your majestic name.

My hungry heart cries out for You.
No earthly substitute will do.
Refiner’s Fire, come near to me
For unveiled glory, let me see.

A heart like Yours, my one desire.
Do Your work, Refiner’s Fire.

Your holy Fire now burns within
And purges every secret sin.
My life the bush, Your life the Flame
That leaves me nevermore the same.

Your life in me ignites the Fire
That now fulfills my heart’s desire.
The Spirit’s work, my life made new,
Transformed within, ablaze with You.

A heart like Yours, my one desire.
Do Your work, Refiner’s Fire.”

Happy New Year!