I have been swirling on the responsibility that comes with being a writer. It’s a blessing and a curse. We see things that the casual observer misses and then it is up to us to capture that moment with our words.
There are moments that I am struggling with in the upcoming election. I am scared to write about what I see, but feel compelled to do so.
I’m not a religious person, but I do believe that there is a higher power that guides all of us through life. These words have been in my heart for the past few months and I will post them so that I can remember them and recite them when I feel weak.
Lord, Guide my pen.
Give me the courage to write my fears.
Give me the strength to combat cruelty with kindness.
Give me the insight to read the minds of men and women.
Give me the artistry to paint the story.
Give me the wisdom to choose words that will reach the hearts of humanity.
Give me the power to be a light in the darkness.