When I was in elementary school, they would have us write stories, which I really enjoyed. However, my handwriting was not very good and I could not read, but that did not stop me from trying to get my stories on paper. My mother would sometimes turn off the television when we were young so we could have family time. I would run off to get my stories I had written. I was so excited and couldn't wait to share my stories with my family, but they had a hard time understanding what I was saying as I struggled to read what I had written, so they didn't understand me or my stories. I never thought I would be a writer, because in my mind, a writer needs to be able to spell, read, comprehend, and understand what they are reading, and all of those things are very hard for me. When God told me I was going to be a writer and share all of my stories I've written, as well as new ones, I told him all the reasons why I couldn't be a writer. He told me I just needed someone to hear my stories. God told me I need to be patient, honor him, continue to study his word, and pray for others. As I listened to all that God was telling me, I realized that I had learned all he had been telling me on the farm, and that is why God has chosen me to be a writer for this hurting world.