I tell secrets.
I whisper secrets between the pages of my stories, in nudges and winks, in smiles and sighs, in laughter and in tears.
I write because I believe secrets can change lives.
I write for believers living on the edge of unbelief, because their secret burdens seem too heavy to take to the cross.
Or for non-believers longing for something – or Someone – to believe in, because their secrets keep them chained to the past.
I write for those who don’t know where else to turn, who’re weary of being fed the perfectly calibrated formula that never seems to fill the empty places hollowed out by living.
I write for those who have looked reality in the eyes and found only lies.
I write for those who cling to the quickly unraveling threads of hope, hoping against hope that my words can offer a little more hope.
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