My fingertips rest in their spot on the keyboard. I must will them to move. I know I'm a writer because I suffer the worst writer's block ever. You see, if I write something down, someone will read it, and then will come the ridicule for thinking my own thoughts and having feelings of my own. Why am I struggling so? Are those that would ridicule finally gone? Their presence remains right here in my head. Their voices have not been silenced in my heart. The time has come to speak over them and to erase what their words have written on the tablet of my heart.
Proverbs 3:3
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.
