Madison Sanders Writes

Most children look to their daddies to be their helpers: to fix everything for them when they're too little to do it themselves. "My toy is broken, daddy. Can you fix it for me?" a child says with pleading eyes. My story is a little different. I had a broken heart that couldn't be easily fixed with tape or new batteries. I would have given anything for a dad who wanted to spend time with me when I was little. I used to be so sad when a movie would show a little girl climbing up in her daddy's lap because that was something I never experienced. I never felt safe around my daddy growing up. He was tall and had a booming voice that made me jump when he entered the room. I couldn't just go up to him and say, "Daddy, I need a hug," because he was often too busy doing his own thing. After a while, I just quit waiting for him to play with me because the sting of rejection was too much for my little heart to take. When I came to Gateway Believers Fell

Some say you can't make your mark when your older You've waited too late to do anything worthwhile  Why even try? The world is moving at a rapid pace, people will give you the cold shoulder Don't listen to them Turn away from their shouts of doubt You can make a difference One word is all it takes Give it a try An act of kindness A word of encouragement to let someone know you care Is enough to pull them from the pit of despair It's never too late to make a change Even if you're old and gray Just make a choice to get beyond your comfort zone Great things can happen when you venture into the unknown!

I've been busy working on my novel for my creative writing class.  I have thirteen pages as of right now. I've committed to having at least thirty pages done by December. One thing I have learned is that it sure is tough writing from the perspective of mother, especially since I'm not one. Tears threatened to spill over onto the keyboard this morning as I finished up the fourth chapter.  So, I'm taking a break for a few days and look at it again with fresh eyes. I have so much that I want to say that I'm afraid it's going to end up being well over thirty pages, but I guess that's why they call it an ongoing project .I plan on continuing even after this course is done because the characters and situation mean something to me. I don't want to just tell a story. I want to tell it well. What's your favorite kind of novel? Is it suspense? A thriller? A romance?  Tell me in the comments!  P.S. If you are not a fan of my Facebook page, click the L

I had a tiny visitor on Tuesday.  A seven pound visitor named Skylie to be exact.  She's my neighbor who was born at 25 weeks weighing a mere 1 lb, 2 oz at birth. After a few months in the NICU, she's doing well at home on oxygen thanks to the prayers of many people who continue to pray for her and her family who have been through other very trying struggles. She was right at home in my arm, gradually dozing off to dream land.  With each flutter of her eyelashes and movement of her tiny hands, I was reminded again at what a miracle life is.   I guess good things really do come in small packages!

As I was going into class on Friday, I noticed someone leaning against the wall. Getting closer to the door, he briefly glanced up in the midst of his frustration.  I wanted to speak to him, but I had to get to class.  I couldn't help but wonder what made him get off by himself in a corner. I looked back and noticed he had resumed the same position as before, leaning into the wall with his head in his hands.  I wondered how many other people had passed him by without a second thought?  His face still lingers in my mind today, void of all hope.  That's not a good place to be, my friends. How many of us have been in that same situation?  Feeling miserable about life and the world in general.  How many have rushed by someone in need, not bothering to care?  I know the power of words.  They have the power to heal.  Even a smile can make a world of difference for someone. I don't know if that guy has a relationship with God.  I don't even know if he has anyone in

Hey, everyone.  I wanted to offer an explanation as to why I haven't blogged.  I have been SWAMPED with school work and other things that require my time and energy. One of those things is the beginning of a novel for my creative writing class.  It's coming along page by page. I've also been in a significant amount of pain these past few weeks, but I'm trudging along. I'm having some issues with my wheelchair cushion, so be in agreement with me that the problem will be resolved quickly. Hope everyone is having a good week!  Tomorrow is Friday! :)