I count it a blessing that: [a] simple daily living (keeping body and soul together!) consumed most of my years until now and [b] attempts at publishing during that time were generally unsuccessful.
Sound strange? Well, for all those years I have been writing part-time, carefully filing box after box with writing. Most of it is not finished. And, during those 30 years from 1985 to 2015, the web changed the world of publishing, as I explained earlier. Writers must create their own platforms now, which includes regular use of social media.
That brings a blessing to you, dear reader, as well as to me. I can be frank about myself, about God, and about what He has done for this very ordinary person. No publisher can say “Freda, tone down the God bit.” Neither can a publisher say “that would not be meaningful”. . . because. . . I will have your input.
My two darling grandsons call me “Nana” so I guess I am a Nana Moses in terms of getting the writing to you – and that is more than fine with me: [a] because that is how God directed my steps; [b] I can now write without bitterness, with true forgiveness and, of course, with a more mature perspective; and [c] during all those apparently fallow years, I explored a multitude of subjects – an impossibility had I been working on deadline.
I look forward to connecting with you as we work our way through these writing projects. They are stored away, like presents waiting to be opened. The guiding principle of my life since 1981 is stated in Proverbs 3:5-6.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path.” (NIV)
God has indeed guided my path, and I cannot wait to tell you how He longs to do the same for you!
About the…um sketch. Tilt your head to the left! I am letting you see my technology skill grow (hopefully!!!) as well as my drawing. I’ve tried for 30 minutes and cannot get the photo to transfer correctly. I’m grateful I finally let go of perfectionism, but that’s a story for another day . . . smile.
Grace and peace to you,
Freda
