Fear to Write It Out
July 10, 2026
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Now is a good time to press on, although we feel weak— Exposing fears that make us hide when we should speak. The blank page
Now is a good time to press on, although we feel weak— Exposing fears that make us hide when we should speak. The blank page
Long ago in the sky so shiny and bright, God made angels to love him and do right. They sang and they served in happy
We live in a world with endless pleasures and flings With pictures and music where temptation sings. Thoughts tap into our minds and tug at
I once thought talent was the glitter and shine, But shine has no sparkle without will and design. A talent lies sleeping, shut fast in
With hands on the keyboard, I was ready to write, With plans piled up and my intentions just right. But buzzes and beeps and a
It’s a tragic, odd day—quite a puzzling sight— When Christian writers don’t shine much light. You squint at their pages and scratch at your head:
On the Fourth of July, when the sparklers all gleam, With hot dogs and baseball and dreams of ice cream, We picnic and laugh in
“Self-made,” the voice said with a puffed-up parade. I need no help. No advice. See the things I’ve made.” But paths built on pride may
A student forever. Hip-hip-hooray! I’d ask and I’d wonder and circle and chew On questions that led to hundreds more too. I loved how ideas
I pondered one day, with a tilt of my head, “What has most helped my growth?” I said. I looked back through years—thirty or more—
I wondered one day, while tying my shoe, “Why do I do all the things that I do?” I eat and I sleep, and I
You can shout out the truth till your voice turns blue, With facts stacked up tall and simple logic in view. But some cross their