Sometimes I get discouraged.
One minute, I'm high on possibilities.
And the next, I'm drowning below sea level.
Then when I'm doing my least favorite thing - in the world - cleaning,
I find scribbles in pink, baby blue and lime green notebooks.
And I read folded sheets of type about elves in a magical forest,
beautiful girls that appear to have everything,
or intimate notes from my private time with God.
My heart smiles, and I remember that I am a writer.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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and a member of Writer...Interrupted! Welcome!
Thanks!
You'll appreciate this: I was about to reply to your comment last night, and my four year old interrupted [from bed I might add], "Mommy, I need some water!" LOL! Gotta love it :o)
Stay encoruge sis. Keep in the Word of God. You are a beautiful woman of God. I know this post is like four months ago but I had to reply
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