Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

For What It's Worth... Thank You♥


I am not the best writer…... for me, it doesn’t really matter because I like what I do—- I love what I do. This is what I do best. And God merits me for being proud and loud with this talent. Sometimes, with my words, I can touch hearts. Some people would really appreciate my work, saying “that’s really how I felt”, “you made me cry”... and with all these, I am even more inspired. Knowing that somehow, even in the simplest forms, you are able to touch a soul- is such a heartfelt privilege that I am truly grateful for. Yes, I may not be the best, but I am happy and content. In God’s eyes, I am doing just fine. And in everything I do, I do it for the greater Glory of our Lord……... and that is what truly matters! In this world, we all want to be appreciated for who we are. When people appreciate all the little things I am able to pull out of all my imperfections, I am moved. So, for all the people who loves me, cares for me, appreciates me……... GOD LOVES YOU, as much as I LOVE YOU! Kudos! 

Monday, 14 June 2010

WORDS IN INK

Words by with-accusing-eyes (words can mean anything, but in the end, they mean nothing at all) from deviantart.com

“I know that what other people think are not so important as knowing, that the ones in your life you care the most sees your heart in a way that doesn’t need for words.”

Writing is the only way I could pour my heart and soul into. It is the only way in which I could explain myself—why am I like this and that, and what do I really want in my life—and the way with which I always come up with an understanding of my own self. It’s a reflection…a mirror of some sort. This, I realized, is the thing I love doing the most. It’s a gift God has given me to nurture. It’s the only way I could let others look into my heart. I always hate being judged for whom I’m not, and I wanted them to know what lies beneath this skin. Words, I’ve come to discern, aren’t always enough to express, but strong enough to leave an impression. I know that what other people think are not so important as knowing, that the ones in your life you care the most sees your heart in a way that doesn’t need for words. Maybe, it’s one of the best things about family and friends—to let them know you even without telling them. Not everyone knows, though. And I’d like to think that I could reach them with my printed words. This is my world, and I realized that only very few have come into it.