I’m Dusting Off Those Little Jars.
I once had someone tell me I couldn’t let my stories sit in little jars on a shelf left to collect dust. I ignored it for so long. I wasn’t brave enough. I didn’t think I had it in me. I felt too broken. All I wanted to do was sweep all that dust under the carpet and leave it there completely concealed. And then I read a line somewhere that God creates magnificently beautiful things out of dust.
