"She woke up quite abruptly as if something tragic had occurred. Sitting straight up in her bed, she glances around the room to confirm her safety. There were beads of sweat forming alongside the frame of her face while the beat of her heart resembled a fast pace of tribal drum. A slight fragment of light pierced through the window reflecting off of her face. To someone else the presence of light would have been comforting but to her it was torturous. This unwanted light resembled the missing Love in her life. In her mind she was unworthy of such a beautiful gift. Alone in the dark was where she felt most at peace. There was no shame, no guilt, and her flaws were free to fly. The Love that was lost saw the best in her, whether night or day; he drew near to her light, a light that she was incapable of carrying. When their lights met there was a shift in the atmosphere, one that was felt by them and embraced by the world. The feeling was so uncommon that neither of them knew how to nurture it. It was like a rare fruit that was needed for ones survival while the other inched towards their death. He put his all into cultivating this gift not realizing that his other half was secretly destroying it. A love was lost, a gift was shattered, and a light turned into was turned dark. Back to bed she went to endure the nightmare that she created. May her soul find rest."
I wish that I could say that the above excerpt was from a book that I had published or a scene from a movie that I had written, directed, and produced but it wasn't. This passage came from a free style, free lance, personal challenge that I had given myself last week at work. I woke up Wednesday December 17th, 2014 with the desire to write something good. As a full time Federal employee, writing is not apart of my job description so I don't write, EVER. But on that day there was an itch that needed to be scratched. So I was given a fifteen minute break during my training class and took that time to quench my thirst. I had nothing on my mind at the time I just knew that I had to write something and it started off with a woman that woke up abruptly.
After reading and editing my piece, I must admit that I was quite impressed and a bit fulfilled. The urge that was building up inside of me was finally satisfied. The pieces are finally coming together. I'm a writer! I love to write! I enjoy tugging at and manipulating human emotion through fictional tales It fascinates me how a story can force its audience to drift off into a world unlike their own. For whatever time they spend watching a movie or reading a novel, the audience is completely captivated by the work of art. It's truly a beautiful relationship where the author gives and the reader/viewer receives and vice versa.
I desire to tell tales and share stories with the masses. This passion that I have is one that only God can give. I wake up in the middle of the night with ideas and I have to quickly jot them down. I also dream movies and fantasize about being on set. As you all know I have had the opportunity to be on a few sets and have had exposure to different media outlets which all confirm the fire that is burning inside of me.

With 2015 less than two weeks away, I challenge you all to consult with Christ and figure out what He is calling you to accomplish this year. I've spent the past month in prayer and dedication to my quiet time with God doing my best to hear from Him and prepare for what is to come. He's had me cutting off several ties, making adjustments with my work schedule, leave a ministry, taking off my acting hat(temporarily), and a ton of other changes. I just want to position myself to be used by the Lord in the way and manner that best fits His purpose for my life. I encourage you to do the same and with His assistance, finish your unfinished business. God bless you!
"Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6 (NIV)
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