Sometimes she’s silent because she thinks that she doesn’t have anything else to say, ‘Who would still want to listen to my ramblings,’ she thinks to herself. At times she’ll over-think about a post, worried that she’ll offend someone if she says that-she just posts a photo instead.
Lately she’s been wondering where that vivacious blogger went-the one who stayed up until the wee hours of the morning working on material for the following day, the one who didn’t care about readership or its numbers, the one who found her voice that had been lost.
She thought her voice would have been lost forever, in the midst of the sometimes-crappiness-of-life. The lie that she bought into lasted for a few months. A lie that made her feel as if all her present mistakes had robbed her of the inspiration that once graced her being, the inspiration which allowed her to communicate through her typing fingers.
What a liar that snake of an enemy is. How wrong that train of thought was.
“Just be yourself!”
For if she had only listened with her heart, (for that’s where her Lover dwells), she would have realized that the inspiration she was looking for, and thought she’d lost, was always with her-not inspiration in and of itself, but it’s the One who has been with her all along, He’s the inspiration. And He’s promised her, as He’s promised time and time again, that He’s not going anywhere.