Ever feel like your judgment is skewed? Like you're missing "it"?
For a writer it's a weird place to be. It infringes on your sensibilities, pressing against your confidence, and pushes you into self-loathing.
You read the books whose rave reports entice you, and you fail to catch the fever. Is my judgment skewed? Am I so far removed from what is supposed to equal "good" that I can't make a sound judgment?
Is there any validity in my opinion?
Sometimes I guess I just don't know . . .
Father, you know. All things. And you do all things well. Help me to honor you in what you've given me to do. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.