I was listening to some beautiful instrumental music when I suddenly had the longing to create my own masterpiece. The problem is, I don’t know a thing about writing music. The same thing happens when I see a stunning piece of art, a moving dance, or hear an angelic soprano. I am not an artist, dancer, or singer (although I do love to sing)… I am a writer. I could get down on myself and long to do those things which I have no talent for, or I could embrace those things which I am good at. Today, I choose to celebrate!
Apostolic Momma 