I was behind on my book writing schedule. Days of trying to write left me mentally fatigued and overwhelmed with my inability to produce something that wasn’t trash. I was at the end of myself and I broke down in tears.
God, I can’t do this, but You can.
You—whose voice can thunder and break the cedars—
whispered this dream into my heart.
You—who spoke life into existence—
can speak this book into being.
Amen.
On this day, these were the only words I wrote that I didn’t immediately discard, their substance making up for their small number. Words raised towards Heaven are never wasted; they’re the ones that can change everything.
Esther Guy 
Your writing is a gift to others. Love reading all of your posts. Press on, you are amazing and talented.
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Thank you so much, Melanie!
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[…] There are days when I feel inspired to write and words come gushing out as my fingers race to catch them before they disappear. But more often than not, writing feels like squeezing droplets of stuff that’s barely intelligible from my brain. […]
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