Sometimes I Don't Know.....

           Sometimes I don't know what to do with writing I've been able to write. Should I keep it to myself? Should I share it here or elsewhere? Was it meant ONLY for me to grow, or to help others also? This post is one of those moments. 

            So, below are some writings I've written recently that I'm sharing in hopes of being a blessing to someone today. Thank you again for being here.


                 Little Steps (Nonfiction)


                 Little steps toward growth. Seemingly insignificant sometimes, though it's not. I see patterns growing that grow healing. I know there is blessing in these little steps; so I continue, remembering little is better than none.


                  Disarming (Nonfiction) 


         Is this disarming, I know not, considering a sudden shift of perspective, Struggle stll rises, seeks to wrestle with me and win; though I refuse animosity. Hardship joins its younger brother, begins to belittle and shame; though I seek to not listen, my focus is elsewhere.


Is this disarming; I'm beginning to believe so, these challenges. They still remain, though I see fresh strength and embrace it. They still remain, these struggles and hardships; yet they see a new strength in me and become allies instead of opponents. They fight alongside me instead of against me, seeing I'm stronger than they thought, because of Jesus.

           Grace Again (Non-Fiction Experiment I Wrote)

          Again, thinking. What to do even here, what to write. Hope. Hope again. I see him walking round, round that still pond, resting in calm. He isn't real, but that peace known is, where this fictitious person and I share grace again.


Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!

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