"My heart is as frail as a dove..."

I typed two paragraphs before I decided I was dissatisfied with my writing. Recently I've gotten repeated urges to write followed by quick decisions to delete. The best I can do lately is quote. I think it's because words carry tremendous strength. Sometimes I feel too irresponsible and unwilling to attempt to transform my thoughts into words, because what if the translation is incorrect, and what if I fail in accomplishing my best wishes for your reception of my translation? Ah, but I will never be able to control this. As of late, that doesn't register.

A dear friend reminded me in a cute card today of this:

"So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever."
2nd Corinthians 4.16-18

And it's what I would have tried to convey through this entry anyway.