It Is Much More Than My Over Active Imagination. Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Oh it would be sheer folly to say, it was just my over active
imagination, which gave me the gift of creative writing. If truth
be known it can only carry me so far, but not one inch further.

Rather I should thank the good Lord for helping me channel my over active imagination into the direct pathways. Most of my life I
have let my imagination run wild with little or no restraints at all.
Many time I would try, and many more times I would fail. The only times I was successful is when I presented my case to God's throne of mercy and grace.

Even going so far as to blame all of my problems on Adam and Eve's fall from grace in the Garden of Eden. I especially blamed that cunning serpent, Satan himself.

However Satan is only responsible for my original sinful nature.
Far too many times I have freely yielded unto temptation! Causing
double mindedness and unpure and unclean sinful thoughts, words,
and deeds.

But lately I have realized God gave me my imagination and gift
for creative writing and poetry. Only He could channel it into
the proper direction and become my primary source of inspiration.

First God gave me the gift of life, and second He has given unto
to me my free gift of everlasting life. Finally, He has bequeathed
freely to me, the gift to write. He has given me this talent and gift
to both serve and glorify Him!

He is both ministering to me and healing my emotions at the same exact time. He is in the process of cleansing and purifying my mind. He has given unto me a brand new start, when I first invited Him into my heart at the age of nine! Since then He has proven to be a very good friend of mine. Many times I felt He was my one and only friend, and the only one to be able to understand me.

For years I have often said, "If I have any thing to say, I would much rather put it in writing." And it holds true even unto this present day. I find it much more easier to compremise when I am speaking, and
I am less likely to compremise in writing. However there are much better wordsmiths than I will ever be, who could write circles around me. But only if I relied upon my own strengths instead of God Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth.

All that I am and all that I ever hope to be, I owe Jesus Christ, who freely sacrificed His life for me on Calvary. On Calvary's Cross I make my stand, poor sinful creature that I am. On Calvary's Cross I pledge my life, my hopes, my dreams and my sacred honor!