" O God," you pray, "I'm so small and the universe is so big. What can I possibly say? What can I add to this explosion of glory? My mind is slow and unsteady, my heart is twisted and tired, my hands are smudged with sin. I have nothing—nothing—to offer."
Write about that.
"What do you mean?"
Write about your smallness. Write about your sin, your heart, your inability to say anything worth saying. Watch what happens. "

― Andrew Peterson , Adorning the Dark: Thoughts on Community, Calling, and the Mystery of Making