Today I found myself emailing a new friend I have met within the writing community. When I first started to write, I really didn’t know what to expect. It was a completely new journey. In the last few years, I have really been reaching out to other writers. It has been an unexpected experience. Writing is a solitary experience, but once I have written my work, then I get to share it with others. I no longer am alone in my little writing world. Instead, I am a part of greater community where I am sharing my work and I am also enjoying the work of other writers.
At the beginning of the pandemic, I was so disheartened by how much my anxiety had made my world so small. Today, when I think about the people I have reached out to and the friends, I have made, I realize that writing has helped me in more ways that I would have ever expected. I always told others, I really didn’t care about making money or having a bestseller, I just cared about being able to share a message from God, even if it was with just one other person. I hope that even if I never find out that I did accomplish that goal that I will be able to do it. I really don’t need to know. Just being God’s servant and knowing that I am on the right path is all I need. I just want to know that I am living a life of faith.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
