A strong woman works out every day, 
Pride in her appearance she portrays, 
But a woman of strength kneels to pray, 
Her soul in shape, God leading the way. 

A strong woman claims she isn’t afraid of anything, 
Looking forward to challenges each day will bring, 
Women of strength show courage in the midst of fear
Declaring triumph through faith because God is near. 

Strong women won’t let anyone get the best of them, 
So skilled in defenses even if they have to pretend, 
Yet a woman of strength gives her best to everyone, 
And even on a cloud filled day still bright as the sun

A strong woman relies on the physical attributes making her tough, 
In her search for power and money she will never have enough, 
A woman of strength understands that it’s not about material stuff, 
Knowing that before becoming a diamond first she’ll be in the rough

Excerpts from the poem A Strong Woman vs. A Woman of Strength by Luke Easter

Thresholds ©MTHerzog

Today is the beginning of the rest of my life.

I believe strongly in chapter endings, as any good writer should, and there is no point in dragging on a story if there is nowhere else to go anymore. As my dear editor always reminds me, know when to stop and wrap it up. Finishing a book is a bitter-sweet moment, as any novelist will attest to. We become intimately attached to the characters and our lives revolve around intricately woven plots but no story can drag on forever. Each chapter must end, and the story too, must stop in order for a new one to begin.

I am a survivor of storms, change, upheavals, loss, and divorce. The new chapter begins today.