I write. I fret over the arrangement of words. I want to communicate, to break open my soul and connect with other souls. I want my writing to be sharp and crisp and sensual. I want people to read it and get it and like it, but also to be pricked in some way. I want my writing to matter, and I believe in some not-easily-explained way God has called me to this. I hold this calling in one hand. In the other are Paul's and Oswald's words: It's not about me.
It's about God.
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