Putting in long hours on the computer, I was neglecting my family. Looking back over the past couple of weeks, I was filled with fear and doubt.
Writing has long been a passion of mine. I write what I think, what I feel, what I want to convey in a message to the world. The spirit of journalism became an instrument for justice.
I started to reevaluate what I was doing. Did it really matter at all?
Facing the recent world news, the Internet of Google changes, the virus alerts, and the viewer drops, I faced my doubts of writing.
How can a person stay upbeat and positive in a darkened world? How will us as writers contribute to this impact -- positively or negatively -- while writing online journals or articles? Faced with the insurmountable odds of making it as a writer, I laid it all down at the foot of the cross.
My soul searching is continuous. With a heart for worship and a passion for people, I'm on the right path. I’m on a spiritual journey of self-discovery and I realize that I will face trials and setbacks.
FootNote ~ I just need to remind myself who is the real Giver of Life, the one whom I am meant to please.