She looked at her computer screen in frustration. So many words. So many ideas wanted to spill out.
How do I even start?
Ok. But where? Where do I start? What do I write about?
She slammed her hands in frustration and walked away. This is ridiculous
She grabbed a drink of water and sat down again. This time letting the words just pouring out.
Not caring if they made sense. Not caring if the grammar was correct. Not caring if it looked pretty. Just writing.
Writing her worries
Writing her doubts
Writing her soul.
Writing til there was no more.
Does this even make sense? Lord I pray that you would use this .. mess to bless or encourage someone else. I commit this to you