I have a long-held love of words. All my life, I have been drawn to quotes that express my heart better than I am able and lyrics that beautifully cast a vision of heartbreak or healing. I love words.
For almost as long as I have cherished good writing, I have yearned to become a source of beauty through writing. My heart beats stronger, more sure of itself, when I write. My thoughts come like a soft spring rain, breathing new life through pen and paper – my lips have often been jealous of the strong and natural connection between my innermost expressions and my writing. If only I could speak as powerfully and truthfully as I write.
The mere act of writing feels intimate and personal. Rarely have I freely shared my writing with the world. Yet, deep in my gut, I want to. I want to share beauty through my words. This is my act of casting off the shell of doubt and insecurity; here, a dear part of me is laid bare with the humble hope of bringing glory to God.
I’ll do my best to chronicle what He is teaching me. Be kind.