The gifts I need most are the ones from God. When life gets busy, I forget that they are there. I need to remember to open them more often.
I can’t write about how He turned my ashes into beauty if I never acknowledge the ashes. If I fail to tell you of the darkness, I can’t tell you of how God’s light was always there.
Waiting is hard. A lifetime ago, I was a writer. For a season, writing was replaced with waiting. I was a writer; I am a writer.