on the power of showing up
note: I wrote this post in April of 2019 (pre-COVID). It's been sitting in my drafts for quite a while, but I think it's time for it to see the light of day. It's been helpful for me to reread over the past few months, especially as I continue to try to make an effort to write, and I hope it can be helpful to you, too. i got an invite to a writers' group a few months ago, and i had never felt like more of a fraud in my life. it had been months, if not years, since i'd felt like a writer. the proverbial well of words in my heart had dried up, it seemed, and i wasn't sure if it was ever coming back. i agreed to go out of a sense of helplessness—i'd identified as a writer ever since i could remember. if i'm not a writer, who am i? i told myself that it was important to show up and act like a writer even when i didn't feel like one, because even though i hadn't been writing, i reassured myself, i still was a writer. but sometimes the words f
Oh, precious Kylie, this made ME cry! Noah got his wheelchair today, and it's so bittersweet. I had really been having a bad attitude about it, but this reminded me that my hope is in Christ. Thank you, so much. *hugs*
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~Half-Pint
*hugs* my little hobbit friend. Strange to think while one person can have such a great day, someone else can be struggling to remember in Christ alone their hope is found.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my *favorite* songs and I love Owl City's version so I'm thrilled you added the widget. I may just add it to my own. :)