When Grace Touched My Heart of Stone

Happy summer, everyone! It’s been over six months since I’ve blogged and honestly, I have missed writing. I have one month of summer left to get over this writing block and I’m going to do it. 🙂 I’d like to share with you an essay I wrote in my English class last spring about grace and my middle school years. 
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How it began…

I think many would agree…books have this power…this magical mind-blowing power. Books are special. Maybe that’s why the Bible is a collection of books or maybe that’s why books are just so much better than movies! Books just draw you in and speak in a way that no tongue ever could.

My love for books and writing started back to when I was barely able to write. When I was six, I drew potato people and stick horses. I’d make small four page books about Sherbert the Orange fish or Spirit the Horse. I let my imagination flow. When I reached middle school, I was an emerging poet. But I mainly kept my works to myself because I was afraid that they were unworthy. This fear of unworthiness perpetuated until Freshman year of high school where I decided to write a novel. Continue reading How it began…