The word this week is:
Tonight’s the perfect time for me to write about this… my voice. Today has been a struggle with feeling that my voice is completely lost. I feel like I’m shouting on the inside, but on the outside, all anyone can hear is what the world is demanding to be heard. I have a voice, yet it feels like its drowning in a sea of everyone else’s voices about what needs to be done with my life. With my passions. With my gifts.
With my voice.
My story is being written, but is my voice shining through? Or other voices?
More importantly, is the One who writes my story shouting loudly with my life?
Because, that’s what I want more than anything. But I feel vulnerable and confused when the desires of my heart, what feels like my true voice, can’t be utilized in my everyday life. Over here there is a post today about what fires you up… and I think that is where we find our individual unique beautiful voices…. But the One who gave the voices composes the melody. And sometimes, I fear that my true voice, the melody he gave me to sing, is not really being sung.
And my 5 minutes are up!
(Why don't you go read what some other folks are writing while your at it? You won't regret it.)