I developed my interest in writing when I moved in Edmonton, Canada in October 2001. I felt free from the busyness of urban life that held me back from expressing myself with a pen. The demands of city life concealed my penchant for writing.
Here in Canada, the white surrounding in winter brought a sense of serenity and peace in my heart. The leafless trees standing in columns at roads and streets reminded me of complete dependence on the Creator. He will provide for my needs just as He brings forth leaves on trees in the spring.
My heart developed sensitivity from the things I read, statements and songs I heard, and things I saw. When my senses respond to happenings in the surrounding, I feel a sudden rush of thought paralleling those happenings in my life, in what I have read from the Bible, in what I have experienced.
My inner me nudge and say, “Write it down and share it.” It prompts, prods, urges, and encourages me to put my thoughts into words. If I suppress my feelings I feel that my heart is going to explode. My mind rushes with words when I drive, when I cook, when I lay my head on bed, and practically wherever I am and whatever I do. My heart sends signals to my brain and hands – wonderful testimonies about life and God’s goodness. Together these two forces hypnotize my hands to write. It convicts me to obey and describe what I have been through.
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