What you write can make a difference.
His email hurt deeply. Written in anger, his accusations pulled the rug out from under me. The rest of the day, I revisited the charges he’d leveled.
Unable to pursue other tasks, I turned to more affirming words.
I could have turned to truth-filled nonfiction, but I wasn’t in the mood.
Instead, I immersed myself in a well-crafted novel. Rather than a sermon, I wanted a story.
With my mind off my worries, I gained a fresh perspective. Thanks to the novelist’s good words, I could cast off those from my adversary.
Sometimes people are primed for a sermon. Other times, they just need a story.
