When I feel the worst—like—a nameless, faceless blob floating unattached in the universe of boredom and unneccessaryness, ( I made that word up, can you tell?) somehow, somewhere, it occurs to me……………..
I count. We all do. My faith in God gets me through to another day. I remember the miracles I’ve seen, supernatural occurrences that I wish everyone could experience, both good and bad. Stories that make people raise an eyebrow at…and then I realize…it’s really not all about me.
I may count for something, yes, and maybe it’ as a writer and maybe it’s as a friend, a mother, or even the person that always remember to feed the dog. But there is something higher. Even though I long for my writing and books to touch people, and, a lot of them if my pride gets its way, I really long to touch people just by being me. I want to give people a lift and encouragement just by existing. And that’s not always easy. But I want to try.
I’m still working on it!