It’s Friday, and I am under the weather. With all the rain, the changing of the temperatures, and the hustle and bustle of the holidays, my body has finally given in to a bad head cold. My cold is not the focus of my story. However, it is part of it.
Today, as I was resting on the couch covered up with my Mother’s afghan, my mind drifted off to the many short stories I have written, the sweet comments and the future stories I would like to develop. My goal in writing is to make a difference. My stories develop through my faith in God, His faith and love in me, and the heartfelt desire to spread kindness, hope, peace, and love to all.
My Grandmother once told me it doesn’t cost anything to smile and to be kind. I live that advice every day. Thanks, Memmy for your pearls of wisdom. Even though I was only twelve when she passed, her smile, grateful when times were lean and when times were good, love of her family and friends, sharing and caring ways, and helping whenever needed, have taken root in my heart where they live.
My mother then took over with her love of music, telling stories, helping when she could and loving her family beyond words. Thank you, Mom, for always believing in me and encouraging me to follow my dreams of teaching, writing, and now speaking.
I need to be honest and mention, that before July 1st, 2018, I thought of giving up on my writing. I can’t explain it. Maybe I was afraid of failing. But something wonderful happened on the morning of July 1st, I woke up to a nudge that kept tugging at my heart. The nudge got a little stronger until I sat at my computer and wrote Treasured Thursday. The next day, the same nudge and I wrote a story again. The nudge has continued each day since. This is my take on what happened when I prayed throughout the day; a prayer, a nudge, a prayer, a nudge. I knew that God had heard me and the nudge was His answer.
Other than taking a break on Thanksgiving and Christmas, I have written a short story every day, along with an occasional Skyler Letter, and a stand-alone continuing story.
I now know that writing is a huge part of my life. A piece that I am not willing to give up. Writing is the rainbow that completes me. It doesn’t matter how many books or stories I do or do not sell. Fame and fortune mean very little to me. What does matter is changing hearts, sharing love, writing encouraging words to brighten a day, hoping to bring a smile, and yes maybe bringing a tear that meanders down a face? If I have made a difference, then my heart is happy. So, stay tuned for the next 361 days and see where the prayer and nudge adventure takes my writing.
Many thanks for following my stories!
Keep praying, you never know when your nudge will come! For me, I will pray and wait for an answer for forever and a day.
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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