Not because it’s meaningful. Or because you need to change.
I labor to share because I’ve forgotten how. And this is my returning.
Not because it’s meaningful. Or because you need to change.
I labor to share because I’ve forgotten how. And this is my returning.
Or I once did. So well that I could put my every thought and feeling down on paper.
Then something happened.
I’m not quite sure what it was.
That’s not true. I remember now.
I suffered.
Then I suffered some more.
And now the words have been pressed from me like a grape.
What does it mean when you can no longer put the words together to form a sentence? Or to share your heart?
You are good and your mercies endure forever!