i did it
A Monday in September.
A storm blew in from France, wind and rain.
I love rain – Bella and I ran in the rain.
’twas dark. The town was waking.
The church bell invited to early Mass – start the day with Him.
Light pushed away the dark – a car splashed by.
On the side walk, leaves crunched tobacco
yellow and brown.
The season is changing
autumn.
A new season!
I’m afraid. I’m so scared I just can’t do it!
He gave lavishly
and smiled.
He smiles,
waits…
Smiles…
I write.
He smiles…
I write.
I trash!
He smiles…
I write.
Write, and write, and write…
And when I run (write), I feel His pleasure. Eric Liddell.
If you want to be a writer, then write. Anonymous.
If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write. Martin Luther.
Daring greatly, it’s not the critic that counts. Brené Brown.
I did it.
I wrote my first blog post.
