by Breanne Rodgers
You have this one thing. This part of you that needs to be fought for. Perhaps, right now, it's being choked out by fear or doubt. It's time to let it breathe, girl. You see, I'm a writer. It took a long while to settle with that. It feels like home now. Scribbling my heart onto a page is starting to feel less like a hobby and more like an offering.
You have this one thing. This part of you that needs to be fought for.It's been said that grief needs beauty. And isn't the whole world always heaving underneath it's own brokenness? When you're share your offering, your gift, you're saying, "Look. Here's proof that this--the pain, the dark, the wrongness--isn't all there is. Here is hope." I don't know why, I just had this pressing urge to share this mesaage tonight. If one person listens, then it matters. Keep fighting, brave one. You, with your dreams and your precious gifts and your hard-won story, are so needed here. Don't you dare give up.