I've never considered myself a very good writer--- but I was reading one of my past journals and I happily stumbled upon this entry dated Oct 24, 2004.
"Lately I've been so hard on myself.
Disappointed in my short comings.
Disappointed by my weaknesses
things I'm just not good at.
If desire and wishing made it happen or be true...
oh! how would I be...
I would be gracious and warm and welcoming to everyone I met.
I would be patient and loving and full of service and kind deeds to my husband and children.
I would have quiet wisdom-
to know the right thing to say
at the right moment
and the right thing to do.
I would reach out to people with my arms and my heart.
People would look at me and would feel the genuine love and concern I had for them.
Oh if wishes came true- just by wishing!
I would be a wonderful writer and a skilled musician.
Whatever was needed- I could fill the void.
I would be a poet and a peacemaker.
Yes- the things I would be and accomplish!
Great and small.
And truly- not for the glory of the world- but because it is nice to be needed.
It is nice to feel wanted and loved.
It's a nice feeling to be able to help.
I'm willing- but my skills are lacking.
I'm willing- but my patience is thin.
I'm willing - but I'm too tired to make the effort
I'm willing - but I feel to awkward
too much a stranger , to reach out
But there is hope.
The hope is Heavenly Father just asks for a willing heart
and He does the rest.
He'll give me wisdom
He'll bless me with charity
He'll whisper what I can do to help others..
I just have to be willing and listen."