That evening, relaxing at my in-laws home, I hopped on the computer to check email. Once that was done, I began poking around the web, reading articles and blog posts. I gravitated toward topics I find interesting and sometimes write about.
As I read the words of others, I began to feel unnecessary, like what I say or write is not needed. After all, someone else will eventually say something similar, and say it much better than I could.
I was not thinking about how amazing it is that God is using so many different people to share His message of grace. Instead, I was focused on myself. I was comparing my glaring imperfections with my perceived perfection of others.
Turning off the computer, I sighed and thought, should I quit writing?
Climbing the stairs, I turned the corner. Immediately, I saw my youngest. His eyes lit up when he saw me. He was busy flossing his teeth on his own. My husband has been teaching him. At the sight of the two of them, my heart swelled. And though neither said a word, watching my youngest haphazardly trying to floss his teeth, I learned volumes.
I knew it didn't really matter.
It didn't really matter how well I wrote it.
What really matters is that I follow Him and His will for my life, whatever that may be in each season of my life. So, I continue to imperfectly write the words from my heart...
812. imperfect efforts that God blesses
813. weaving words into sentences
814. safe travels for holiday travels
815. hiking among immense boulders
816. visiting Boston, MA
817. spending Thanksgiving with family
818. opportunities and outlets for creativity
...and so it goes...