I wrote a lot when the kids were small, believe it or not! If I was sad, I wrote about it. If I was happy, I wrote about it. If I was hurting, it went on paper. To be honest, some of my writings were during difficult times, so many times, I would write about them, and then a few months later, rip them to shreds. It was a release. But, fearful someone would read them, I would tear them up. So, personal, deeply personal thoughts, are all but gone. Some I still hold on to. But, most are letters to my children/letters to my grands. Lately, however, the desire to write again is stirring inside me to the point of knowing God is guiding my hand. Holy Spirit inspired?: Maybe. Thoughts directly from God? Sometimes. But, most of the time, my writings are just mundane thoughts from one unknown person in the universe--you might say like one tiny grain of sand on the ginormous beach of life. Wow, didn't I say I had a way with words? That was just waaay off the chain. Sorry, sometimes I like to be dramatic. OK, MOST times I like to be dramatic But I digress. Here, let me say that my words probably won't live in infamy. Nobody will ever be giving a book report on my literary works. But, maybe. Just maybe, my grandkids will get a kick out of reading about their wacky/silly/sometimes humorous/ but definitely faith inspired and God and Jesus lovin', Grandmother. And if that's all I leave behind, then so be it............