So much pent-up...potential earnest creativity wants to be freed.
I don't know how to release this desire. My hands can't handle it, nor are they skilled to handle this need for expression.
God, what do I do? All I want to do is create, and yet I have not the ability nor the talent to bring forth beauty.
Painting, drawing, sculpting, charcoal, even a simple decor project. I yearn for it, but I let a barrier get in my way.
I'm fearful of creating something ugly and failing at pleasing God with what I make.
I want to write something.
Something about the glory of God, something about how my life is changing, something for my (hopefully) future husband. A poem, a story. Anything.
My fear of sounding like an imbecile stills my hand from putting pen to paper.
My heart bursts with words wanting to be written and read, yet my mind overrules, telling me that whatever I write won't amount to being worthy of anyone's eyes.
Lord, rid me of these inhibitions. Let me bring You glory and honor and praise with all that I do without letting fear chain me down and discourage me.
One step at a time.
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