Have you ever wondered how one comes to know the desires within? Well, as I watched my grandchildren grow up from infants, this thought has surfaced into a most intrigued question in my mind. No matter the era in which we are fortunate to share with the rest of the world, desires have been and will continually be deeply birthed from each one of us. This is what makes the world go around; desires becoming dreams and dreams becoming.

Not much thought was spent on my desire to write growing up in a large family of eleven children, but nevertheless it was becoming. The stirring deep within my heart was taking shape. The unrecognized was being revealed to the senses. The pleasing taste was being refined as it became more a part of my life. Now, as I speak, I desire to write instead, capturing what the spoken language runs short on.

“My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the King, shaping the river into words.” For this reason, I want to write: to glorify God, to bless others and to be blessed.