I stare at the screen. The words won’t come. Thoughts fill my head, but nothing comes out right.
I chop fruit and set out bowls for hungry children on a warm Sunday night.
I pray and ask for words. I wonder why I write.
I write because it is therapy. I write to resurrect a long dormant love for words. I write to sort out the thoughts in my head. I write to remember…
To remember the struggles and the tears that bring me to my knees and closer to those I love. To remember the victories and triumphs that deserve to be celebrated. To remember the burdens and the blessings that lead me to His throne.
And to count the gifts….
0713. birthday parties
0714. feverish girl
0715. first day of school
0716. new books, paper, pencils
0717. twenty-four adults-only hours
0718. time with friends
0719. Trash Mountain Project
0721. words that finally come out right
May your week be filled with gifts remembered.