The Impact Of Life
I sit and write and all I can think about is my story and how it will be used. I have been impacted by life. It wasn't a subtle impact, is was a freight train. When you're impacted in that way and you live to tell, you don't shut your mouth. You plead, pray, scream, write, kiss, talk, laugh, oh and you cry like you've never cried before.
I've been given the gift of seeing beauty in imperfection. Every day I wake up to a life that has been pushed into slow motion. I see more. Everything takes longer. My days grow in the beauty of detail.
So what now? What else is there for me? Is that the end to my story?
Today I have been inspired by a precious life. I've never met this little life and I don't know if I ever will, but he has left his tiny thumb print on my heart.
There is so much to tell. So much life to embrace. I can't shut my mouth, my heart has too many thumb prints to speak of. My story has just begun.