“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.” — Virginia Woolf
If I were to be asked again what it is I’d like to do, I’d answer that I still want to write. O, there are so many things I’d like to share, so many things I’d like to write about.
People usually say I’m the quiet type of person, and perhaps it’s because they don’t see me talking so much. In reality, I want to say so many things, things I couldn’t all put into words.
I can’t say them all. That’s why I write them.
I write about feelings and thoughts I wanted to process. I write about hurts that have been healed and dreams that came true. I write about the people and things I care about. I write about my most valuable beliefs.
When I write, I want to share something important with others. I want to let them feel the happiness I felt and the peace that I have found. I want my readers to know that they are not alone, and that no matter what they are going through, there is always hope for them. There is hope because there is God. A God who loves them like no other.
Time is so short to write everything I want to say. May God help me write what I must. And though I may not succeed in sharing much, may those who read my works know at least this much: that there is a meaning to their lives, that there is something good they can look forward to, and no matter how others may make them feel, their lives matter because they are so dearly dearly loved.
“If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.” — Martin Luther
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"