Who's this for anyway?

I often forget who I write for.  Is it for myself?  Do I get some intrinsic value out of writing?  Is it to please my masses of fans?  (note the sarcasm in the last statement as I neither have nor want fans...fans are fickle and wave around hot air)  Or do I do this for God?  Because if I don't then I'm denying a part of myself that he created as beautiful and essential to who I am?  I want this to be about God, and when I'm steeped in the love of the moment, then it is.  But, somehow that doesn't translate well into my life.  

Because I could just ask the question: why don't I write?  What stops me?  Is it the rebellious part of myself that's going to deny myself (and God) the joy of completely being myself?  Is it my lack of motivation or desire?  What is it?  I don't know...does it matter?  Probably not.  Whether I write or not, it only affects me.  Right?  

Maybe not.  God has a plan for each of us.  He's bestowed amazing gifts on every one of his children.  You don't give a gift only to see the recipient hide it away in a closet never to see the light of day again.  A gift is meant to be shared.  

I suppose I just need a change of mindset.  Maybe I just need to write a sentence every day and see where that gets me.  

Here's today's sentence: I have what it takes because God has made me worthy.  No one else can do that for me.