My given name is Sharon Elizabeth Reid. My Husband and I make our home in Jefferson, South Carolina. I am originally from Jefferson, South Carolina. A true country girl at heart, I cherish the spaciousness and silence that rural living affords. For the past seven years I have been married to My husband. With Pride, I say to you that I am the grandmother of nine children; seven boys, two girls.
For as long as I can remember, reading and writing poetry and short stories, have been my refuge and pleasure . At a very young age, I fell utterly in love with the flow of words in any form. During high school, I discovered that I was blessed with a capacity for rhyme. Upon this discovery, I wrote about any and everything that affected me; good or bad. The process of creating poetry has always had a purging affect on me.
My dream has always been to see my work in print. At some point in my life, I lost all buoyancy and hope of ever realizing my dream. I regarded my ache to become a published author as a “pipe dream”. However, the old childhood craving never left my spirit. After years of sorrowful episodes, failure at one thing and then the next, I awoke to the reality of what was amiss in my life. I was devoid of purpose… my true purpose. Life for me was filled with qualms and restiveness. I found myself in a chasm; no light, no love, no hope for a better future.
I beseeched the Father as to my purpose according to HIS will. I atoned for my sins and accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior.
After my salvation, I hadn’t time to truly nourish my spirit with God’s unchanging Word, before tempests tested my faith. Devoid of roots, my faith miscarried. I returned to the world that had formerly treated me so poorly. It suffices to say that things were appreciably worse the second time around. I didn’t really leave God altogether; I lived my life on the highest fence one could imagine. In due time, I fell into the meanest place I had ever known. When I looked up, I saw Jesus standing there with His mighty arms open wide!
I ran from my calling for a long time, trying to soothe my flesh. In 2004 God called me to be one HIS poetesses. He said I should tell of my passage and His goodness and unreserved love. Of course, I gave Him more excuses than Moses. In order to please my God, I MUST tell where He has brought me from. Lost souls need to know that one can’t be wrong too long to come to Christ. The lost need to know that God loves them in spite of…
I am healed from my fall from life’s fence. Because of Christ’s blood, I haven’t one scar; He did that for EVEN me. I shall spend the rest of my time in this flesh, telling others of God’s mercy and grace. There are too many people who think they are too filthy for God.
“The Day of the Light” as I lovingly call it, was the day that I surrendered my will totally to that of my Heavenly Father.
The purpose of each verse that I pen, is to give God the praise that He is due. Should a lost soul choose to come to Christ, or a person who is at the end of life’s rope get encouragement from these writings; then I will have pleased my Father God that day.
May God bless you and keep you all. ENJOY AND BE BLESSED!