To Share My Words

It was during the wee hours of the night on April 13, 2019 that I sat on my couch adding the finishing touches to my blog. Finally, at around 2:00am, with clenched teeth and squinted eyes, I clicked the button that had been intimidating me for nearly a month: Publish. Simultaneously I prayed, “Lord, please bless this. Whatever you want from this, do it.”  I’m an introvert at heart and the thought of putting myself out there in such a vulnerable way was a fear that, at times, kept me up at night. Yet, there was one thing that far outweighed my apprehensive emotions: a message of hope- the very thing that my grieving heart so desperately needed to believe in.

To share my words is to share the deepest recesses of my soul- the places that at times, I never knew existed. But that’s the power of words, right? They have a way of allowing us to get lost in them and somewhere along the journey of all their twists and turns, we find healing. That’s the  moment when things come full circle for me with the realization that every fear of rejection, every uncertain outcome, every incorrect interpretation, every middle of the night composition- none of those efforts were in vain.

To those of you who have read my out loud thoughts that are stored up on this page over the last year- from the bottom of my heart, thank you.  Thank you for allowing me to share my wounds, my dreams, and little bits of my life here with you. I pray that somewhere along the way you have been encouraged, strengthened, and reminded that you are not alone. And while it’s quite unexplainable, there comes a strange sense of comfort in knowing that if I got the words right for myself, then perhaps, I also got them right for you. And so, here’s to another year of sharing my words. Thank you, dear reader, for this wonderfully humble opportunity to do just that. Until next time…

Abide in Him Always,

Ashley