My given name is Sharon Elizabeth Reid. My Husband and I make our home in Jefferson, South Carolina. I am a true country girl at heart. I cherish the capaciousness and stillness that rural living affords. For the past nine years, I have been happily married. With Pride I say to you that I am the grandmother of ten children; eight boys, two girls; now that’s blessed!
For as long as I can remember, reading books and writing poetry and short stories have been my safe haven. At a very young age, I fell utterly in love with the flow of words in any form. During high school, I discovered that I was blessed with a capacity for rhyme. Upon this discovery, I wrote about any and everything that affected me; good or bad. The process of creating poetry has always had a purging affect on me. Poetry was a way to unburden my soul, during my youth. Writing was and is very comforting and cleansing for me.
My dream has always been to see my work in print. At some point in my life, I lost all buoyancy and hope of ever realizing my dream. I regarded my ache to become a published author as a “pipe dream”. The old childhood craving never left my spirit.
After years of sorrowful episodes, failure at one thing and then the next, I awoke to the reality of what was amiss in my life. I was devoid of purpose; my true purpose. Life for me was filled with qualms and restiveness. I found myself in a chasm; no light, no love, no hope for a better future.
I inquired of my heavenly Father, as to my purpose according to HIS will. I atoned for my sins and accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior.
After my salvation, I hadn’t time to truly nourish my spirit with God’s unchanging Word, before tempests tested my faith. Devoid of roots, my faith miscarried. I returned to the world that had formerly treated me so poorly. It suffices to say that things were appreciably worse the second time around. I didn’t really leave God altogether; I lived my life on the highest fence one could imagine. In due time, I fell into the meanest place I had ever known. When I looked up, I saw Jesus standing there with His mighty arms outstretched.
Trying to soothe my flesh I ran from my calling for a long time. In 2004 God called me to be His poetess. He charged me to tell of my passage, His grace and unconditional love. Of course, I gave Him more excuses than Moses. In order to please my God, I MUST tell where He has brought me from. Lost souls need to know that one can’t be wrong too long to come to Christ. The lost need to know that God loves them in spite of…
I am healed from my fall from life’s fence. Because of Christ’s blood, I haven’t one scar; He did that for EVEN me. I shall spend the rest of my time in this flesh, telling others of God’s mercy and grace. There are too many people who think themselves too filthy for God. We in Christ must do what we can to ensure that we inform those who are not aware of the resurrection of Christ and its victory.
“The Day of the Light” as I lovingly call it, was the day that I surrendered my will totally to that of my Heavenly Father.
The purpose of each verse that I pen is to give God the praise that He is due. Should a lost soul choose to come to Christ, or a person who is at the end of life’s rope get encouragement from these writings; I pleased my Father God that day.
May God bless you and keep you all. ENJOY!
Sharon Reid-Robinson,
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