Today...

Sometimes when I sit down at my desk, I really WANT to write. the thing is, there's no subject in my mind, no specific idea upon which I want to expound or even ponder at any length. I read what others have written, and am so often uplifted or challenged to think differently about something I never questioned my "position" on before, and I come away feeling good about the time. But WRITING... having something to say that might even remotely be of any interest to anyone but myself? SAYING something, putting MY words out to the world...
And here my friend's words come softly to mind, gently chastening me not to listen to the words of doubt, but rather to give "voice" to the inner me, who struggles with self-worth, being of value, and being loved just for being myself. God uses her.