Like the quiet of the birds in the black sky of autumn's dawn,
the air feels naked in our home when I let fear quiet me.
I am unsettled when I keep my voice stifled.
It's what sometimes I allow to be someone else's, yet what is uniquely mine -- Important. Necessary.
I forget this.
Too often, fear overwhelms and silence tempts. I diminish His purpose.
So heavy it cannot rest and so it resuscitates as my voice finally shares.
The partner He gave me in the *whirl and twirl* is grace.
His acceptance helps me choose courage to share my Real voice.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...
without worrying if it's just right or not."