When Someone Asks You, "So, What Do You Do?"

Someone asked me yesterday and I was like ... "duhhh..." (and then I gave them a dumb answer.)

Yesterday, someone asked me,

“What do you do?”

I replied, “I’m a full-time author.”
“Ooh!” they exclaimed, (as though I was some kind of somebody)
“So, what do you write about?”

Without even thinking, I just gave them some stupid answer.

Tonight, in the middle of the night I woke up and wished how I could go back and give them a different one.

I’d say…

“I write about things that have the potential to change a person’s life,

not just their life here on earth but their life after death.”

Yep. “That’s way better!” I thought.

Then, I remembered a young woman I once met.

A reader.

She drove ten hours to meet me at my local coffee shop so she could tell me her story.
She wanted to tell me how a part of my story, changed her life.

She was living at a drug rehab and was seriously contemplating ending it, her life that is, when she looked up and in front of her was a bookcase.

On that bookcase she saw the spine of my first book.

She got up, looked at the picture on the cover and was intrigued by the tulip.

She started reading and suffice to say, hope was imparted into her heart and her life was revived.

She called her mum and her mum came with her to the coffee shop to meet with me.
Her mum belonged to a ‘writer’s group’ and she asked me,

“Where did you learn to write so well?”

I can honestly say,

it took every part of me to not choke on my coffee or spurt it out all over myself.

I didn’t learn to write!
I didn’t really learn anything at all, academically speaking.

I went to fourteen primary schools, a handful of high schools and left at aged fourteen, on a quest to learn instead, how to survive, how to be street smart and how to find love - in all the wrong places.

Eventually,

LOVE found me.

I was 25, a young mum of a toddler and a baby.

Oh, I had it altogether it would seem.

Well, to anyone looking in from the outside.

But truthfully, I was a broken mess.

I had a regressed memory resulting from childhood trauma and family dysfunction that was about to come and haunt me!

I would not have survived myself if it had not been for Love breaking through into my life, changing my heart and my destiny!

Eleven years later, after the death of one of my own children, that same Love held me.
That Love gave me hope.
So much so that I wanted to tell the whole world about it.
So, I decided to write it down.

Those 32 pages would make up one chapter in a book of 79!

A book, that a young lady at a drug rehab would pick up and have her life saved through.

“I just write what I experience.”

I sheepishly explained to that young woman’s mum that day.

I just love to tell people about how my life changed and how it continues to,

how my heart continually receives healing and hope and how it is possible for their lives and their hearts too.

And I’m still doing it, ten years later.
I’m writing these experiences all down so that others can know.

I wrote them down for adults, through,

“He is Faithful from A to Z” (published 2016, 2022)

I wrote for little children through,

“The Baby Who Went Straight to Heaven” (published 2022)

I even tried writing these experiences through a love-story novel,