As I log onto my computer, I reach for the mouse and pause. I see an old hand withered and wrinkled. I hesitate and ponder in amazement of it’s appearance.
I think about this 31 day challenge to write along side many other women, most of whom are much younger, with soft unwrinkled hands, who understand tech issues so much better than I do. Who will navigate through the writing and posting process with ease in comparison.
For a moment I sit and wonder, why do I bother? Will anyone care if I join this group again this year. Do I really have anything to say that will matter?
Sometimes as writers, our own words reach a place in our soul and heart that benefits us, maybe more than our readers. It allows us to have clarification of our perspective, the state of our thoughts, heart and mind. It paints a picture of who we are, what we believe and how, along life’s journey we have developed those characteristics.
So yes, I will bravely join write31days.com this 2016 season, even if my only audience were the creator of the universe, the hosts of heaven and my precious Savior Jesus.
“These wrinkled hands do have a story”.