It was in my early twenties, attending a local church, being somewhat taken under Millie’s wing to teach me and mentor me, we became like a dynamic duo. I was more confident in myself as a now adult and being a Christian.
Millie led a class called, Discovering Your Spiritual Gifts, relating to what our spiritual gifts are, an 8-week class, I believe. I just remembered this tonight and still the excitement floods my mind. When she was out of town, I would lead the class and no intimidation or fear was there. I did it. I forgot the joy. 
On several occasions, we would travel to different locations to attend conferences. The first one was unforgettable and life changing. It was at this time, a desire to write a book became alive in me. Since, it has always been on my mind.
Millie moved away due to her job and I moved to another church and got involved there. Life changes and while some things halted, other things moved forward. Life.
A lot has happened between my early twenties and now, almost sixty years old. Still, my mind is always thinking and writing whether I do write a book or not. This blog has helped me this past year to open up and share. Thank you for reading.
As for a book, doesn’t everyone want to write a book? Why would anyone want to read mine? Questions I keep repeating all of these years. Who knows but God.
About two weeks ago though, I had something interesting 
happen. I am at yet another ladies conference. I am standing by myself with my hands lifted up in front of me, palms up and looking at them, praying. Lord, if it is meant for me to write, let fire of your anointing flow through my fingers as I type. A simple prayer and I moved on enjoying the service.
At the end, during the altar call, I stood. A lady behind me and to my left side tapped me on my shoulder asking if she could pray for me. Sure. With that she grabbed another lady for prayer, too. The three of us, hands held, and she prayed. There was a hesitation, she stopped and asked me if I was a teacher. No, I am not. Again she asked, are you sure? I’m sure. Now I began to wonder where this was going. I mentioned my office work and that I write, I love to write. Again, she stopped, looked at me and said, ‘You do know that a writer is a teacher and a teacher is a writer.’ No, I did not, never gave it a thought. Other things were said, too. It was then the third lady holding my right hand in 
prayer, she also took my left hand, holding them both up and said, ‘I see fire coming from your hands.’ Now being still, taking this all in, it was like wait a minute. I am thinking, Lord, I know she did not hear me pray, my prayer earlier. Then she said to me, ‘You are like a Wonder Woman.’ Then I stopped and no doubt my mouth dropped open. I know neither of these women knew me but with the prayer, prophetic word, the fire in my hands and Wonder Woman being mentioned, I knew God was in the midst. Plus, I had just wrote about Wonder Woman that week, and I said that I was Wonder Woman. (The blog is called 
Kryptonite.)
Talk about a WOW moment, my faith was sky high and there was a laughter within me. Still. Not of disbelief with the laughter but of amazement because only the Lord could have pulled that off through these ladies that I have never met before and He used them.
I do not know what the future holds, if there will be a book although I have the title ready, or how this will come about, etc. One thing I do know is that the Lord will open the doors if so and will be glorified from the beginning to the end.
I have to trust He has placed a spiritual gift(s) within me years ago. To just now remember that time and the class, and teaching it, I am amazed. It’s like, Lord, just what are you doing? In all those years, I had to walk through some dark places to be where I am. What I do know, too, is that He knows where I am today and He knows where I am going.
Same with you. You have a story, a testimony and gifts to help another and many others, to give hope. Trust Him.
tending to the cares of everyone around us, our own feelings and thoughts evaporate and soon zap us leading us to ask that one question… Who am I?
Even this week, being with a dear friend, she said it, too, as her plate has been filled for months, if not years caring for others and putting herself on the back burner. It happens. Hopefully, some normalcy will come, I pray, as she settles back into her home and daily life.
Today, I can truly say and feel that the heavy rain is gone, dark clouds have disappeared, I see the rainbow and the blue skies are opening up to me like never before. Obstacles are being removed. While I still have many areas to tend to and always will because life will never be without storms, but I could sing, I can see clearly now. There is hope for me (for you).
The other day, working and running from one appointment to another after leaving work early, in hopes that everyone needs to run on schedule as I had to. Three appointments, an hour each, everything worked perfectly. It was a good day, the stars all lined up, as they say.
dish although I have one on my desk that is open for guests to enjoy. I waited more, thinking the appointment my counselor was in would soon end and she would be rounding the corner to greet me. I waited, still. I wrote, texted, read, ate another mint and I could feel myself melt in the chair 
from tiredness of the early morning alarm and the busy day. I was now too tired to really talk, the clock was ticking away and I finally set my time that I would leave. I wrote a brief note and I left. I never do that either. Done. Goodbye.
counselor. Oh my gosh! The ‘OMG’ panic, fear and anger was missing. Whether I was too tired or was I just frustrated, I tried to figure out. Was it me? Did I forget or have the wrong day? Knowing this was an off day to meet due to a previous engagement, but we both agreed the week before and also confirmed in an e-mail days before. My mind tossed this and that as I drove away. Have I changed that much? Has there been a healing in this weak area of my life of fear of being left, rejected, forgotten? I even had to think of my relationship with her compared to my former counselor, is it me that I do not care enough for this counselor. I do care. There is a difference between them, of course, but that was not it either. This feeling of being forgotten before would not matter whom it was or situation.
the point that my time and that it is more valuable than being concerned with things I have no control over.
Just Pondering... 