I miss my eloquent speech. How I used to be able to spin words and enrapture a person in a world of my own creation. Wow. Nothing more exhilarating.
But I lost my eloquence.
I get it back from time to time, but it was stolen from me. Like so many other things were stolen from me by this disease. But I’m gonna look to the Lord and ask Him what is mine.
Or maybe that’s the lesson here. Nothing is mine, I own nothing, my gifts of writing and storytelling are from the Lord and shouldn’t be taken for granted like they have been.
Please Lord forgive me.
I guess those pictures of my Pulitzer prize winning book need to be placed on hold, but for better things. Reaching out and being a witness….being there for others.
Much more important than writing a book right?