I can’t remember when was the last time I write or at least tried to write. I don’t think the problem was about not having anything to write. I just don’t want to. Period. Does my writing and stories matter? I told myself that it didn’t. It’s a waste of time to be writing and…
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Resting on the Wings of God
Some ideas do not begin as plans. They begin as moments. Quiet ones. The kind that almost pass unnoticed if we are not paying attention. One mid-morning, I was sitting at our dining table writing when I noticed a small bird perched on the stair rail outside. It was not doing anything remarkable. It simply…