
Stepping Out
When a thought seems to come from above, We may wonder if it’s time to push or to shove. But the question that matters is

When a thought seems to come from above, We may wonder if it’s time to push or to shove. But the question that matters is

God loves and accepts us, not for what we can do, But because we trust him and know his words are true. He guides all

Your creative mind is bright and true— A special gift from God to you. It hums and whirls and starts to spin, Creating stories from

Some days, your thoughts hide away, They just nap inside your brain all day. You poke and prod, but they won’t show. You sigh and

In all writing groups, both timid and tough, The talk can be gentle—or maybe too rough. The meeting’s too mushy, all praise and delight, Or

When times are all rosy and life’s going grand, We think we’ve got everything right in our hand. We boast of our blessings. We sparkle.

The path up ahead is daunting, looking rocky and steep, While the shortcut seems smooth with a promise to keep. But the easy way whispers,

We all want what’s easy, that smooth, gentle ride, Where stories flow freely and words coincide. “But wait! Hold on. Writing shouldn’t be hard,” you

Lord, you spoke and the stars did a spectacular dance, They popped into place, and none of it was by chance. With power and flair

I once took a job for a dollar or two. My joy didn’t last, as such labors will do. The pay was okay, but I

I once heard a teacher, as teachers will do, Say, “Practice makes perfect,” but that wasn’t true. We know our sloppy methods, repeated with pride,

You dream of the stories your heart wants to tell, Of novels that sparkle and poems that swell. But when words won’t come and ideas