Each and every time I sit before my laptop to write, I pray…asking Father to help me to write all that is truth with compassion, objectivity and most importantly, what would please His eyes to read. A big gulp of coffee, an exhaling sigh and within moments I return to the darkness that bore me trembling, tormented and afflicted with griefs only horrors endowed. Writing, writing, writing for God even as I did as a child in those blackened hours when huddling in the solitude of my sorrows, I could feel His hand on mine…guiding me, comforting me with His eternal, loving presence. Below is an excerpt of my new book Shadows Of Death, the sequel to There You Are in which I hope you will enjoy.
Hunger began to hurt me as I stood petting mother’s disheveled head. The tips of my fingers timidly stroking her wiry hairs made my jaws ache, my teeth clench. This was the monster who haunted my nursery years with such hatred and cruelty that I trembled to touch her tangled tresses. The mother who forbade me to look at her and call upon her as my maker; the one who preyed me in the darkness of most nights, stealing my breath away with the might of her single hand. And yet there, standing beside her, gagging on the stench of my own waste stuck to the hems of my dress, my legs and feet, I remained. .