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Eli lay down hopelessly on the couch in her room. As she stared at the dictionary in her hand, her frustration increased.
Eli has always imagined herself crafting beautiful stories and wanted to be a renown storyteller. She had dreamt of how her stories would heal many, put a smile on their faces, and birth hope in them.
Her dream was to use her beautiful stories to impact life's.
On this day, Eli was trying to craft a masterpiece, but every word she wrote down on her notepad felt dull and lifeless.
In desperation, she kept flipping through the pages of her Oxford dictionary and kept inspiring under breath. Help me, Lord; I need to get this right.
As she continued to flip through the pages of her dictionary, words began to make sense in her mind; it was as if a silent voice were whispering them into her ear.
She jumped out of the couch, got her notepad, and started writing down those words with her dictionary still open by her side.
Within a short period of time, all her frustration disappeared into thin air, and a bright smile was all over her face.
WHAT I SEE
I see a young lady lying down, resting her hand in her forehand while staring at the dictionary in her hand.
WHAT I FEEL
I feel the frustration of the young lady trying to make meaning out of what she is staring at.
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