Writing

Everyone has something that they were created to do.

For me, one of those things is definitely writing.   Thoughts, impressions, things that haven’t yet taken form in words find expression when I begin to write.  I imagine that people who play instruments, paint, dance, or express themselves through some means other than speaking, can relate to what I’m attempting to describe.

For years, I was told, “you should write.”  It seemed like a drudgery, though.   I didn’t really want to write.   Writing seemed like a dreaded school assignment where I was trying to give someone else (a teacher) something that they wanted from me.  And, seeing as how I’m very perceptive to the desires of others, I was usually excellent at giving teachers (or whoever else) what they wanted to hear from me in writing.  How then could I begin to freely write something completely my own, with no expectations of performance, no assignment?

Well, it began one day for me sitting on the couch in the house of my old roommate.  I had been recovering from the emotional trauma of a broken engagement and all that went with it.   That particular afternoon, I was sitting with the Lord.  Oh, my heart was so full, for lack of better words.  He was healing me and I knew it.  I could feel it.  I felt that I would explode if I didn’t begin to write about what was happening to me in that moment.  I knew that what was happening inside of me was life-giving, not only to me, but to others.  I could no longer hold inside what God was doing inside of my heart.

I was compelled to write.

Could this really help someone? Could this really give another person hope or point them to God? I thought, if someone reads anything about this ugly thing that has happened to me and what God is doing to help me recover from it, that would be worth humbling myself to put it on paper.

My journey of writing began.  I opened my heart and my life and began to write about my broken engagement.  And, not in the usual way. I didn’t go on and on about how bad the guy was.  It wasn’t bitter, nor was it longing.  But, it was raw and personal and sincere and real.  And an amazing thing began to happen a I started to write.  The words flowed out of me so quickly that my hands couldn’t keep up.  Easily.  When I was done, it felt like I had invited someone to watch the details of my life unfold on a movie screen.  It felt a little revealing, but it also felt freeing and good.

I invite you to read what I have to put here on this blog .  My challenge, both  for me and my readers, is to be as authentic as we know to be.

God tells us in the Bible that all that is hidden will one day be revealed.
“But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.”

I do not intend to indiscriminately share things about my life or share without discretion or wisdom.  But, I do plan to be as raw and authentic as I know to be.  My goal is to know Him, to walk in His light, to know truth, and to love Him with all of my heart, soul, and mind, and to love my neighbor as myself.  My hope is that this blog will be something that will challenge us all towards that same goal.  What an adventure awaits us.