Hi, my name is Jackie Horn. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I like to think I was born with a pen in my hand. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like to write. I loved playing with words and stringing them together to make sentences that grew into stories.
There was a time, way back in high school, my friend had to write a paper for a punishment. “That’s not punishment,” I thought, and being the good friend that he was, he allowed me the fun of writing his paper. I thought it was a terrific piece and so did his teacher! This was my first real taste of creative writing.
Do you remember when Pen Pals were a big thing? You could write to someone who lived in a different state from where you lived? Oh man, it was like a slice of heaven for me and of course I didn’t have just one. I needed a big audience for my wit and charm. My letters brought joy to so many. I didn’t know anyone who would rather receive a utility bill then a letter from me.
As I got older and I would like to say more responsible, I packed my suitcases with all my dreams and hopes planning to take the world by storm. Well, a storm was exactly what I got! My dreams and hopes were replaced with, unhappy consequences because of the poor decisions I made and nothing to believe in.
I knew there was a God. I visited His house almost every Sunday. But He wasn’t real to me. Over the years people crossed my path who would give me a message from God. I would respectfully listen, wouldn’t believe God would care enough to talk to me and go on about doing my own thing.
I still had the passion for writing but as they say, hurting people hurt people. My writing was full of bitterness, unforgiveness and sarcasm. Some called it, poison penning, while I defended it as truth. Others called it arrogant, while I called it confidence. At this point in my life most of the people I knew prayed for their utility bill instead of hearing from me.
Years later, my future mother-in-law suggested I get involved with a Bible study at her church. Of course I didn’t need it. I mean I wasn’t an alcoholic or murderer or drug addict or anything like that; but I didn’t want to be disrespectful. I thought I would give it a try and that trial period latest for eight years. I got saturated with the Word, water baptized and filled with the Spirit. I began to change and my writing changed once again. It was encouraging, edifying and began to sprout the seed of compassion.
God knew the difficult road I had chosen and His promise was never to leave me or forsake me. He kept His promise through my abusive marriage, loss of income, the birth of our 3rd child who had a 20% chance of survival and eventually the death of my husband. To be honest, I wasn’t always obedient but He is always faithful. Now I write for an audience of One and hope you will enjoy what He has put in my heart to share with you.