Well, I’m not going to roar. Not my thing, really. I don’t have a problem with that and I hope you don’t either. On this, my inaugural post, I’d like to shine a light on the place these words are coming from.
There are many women out there speaking. Some roar. Some whisper. Those I listen to speak with the voice they’ve been given. One might have a calm, quiet voice with a message louder than that of any lion. Another might have a southern drawl with words as potent as whiskey, but goes down like sweet tea.
Whatever way we have about us, when we speak with the voice we’ve been given, we have power. Why? Because the message we’ve been given is powerful.
I hope to always bring you the words on my heart without forcing any kind of strength on my own.