On becoming a writer
I assumed the obvious… teacher, wife, mother, friend, church-goer, etc…
I didn’t know my story would include descriptives like depressed, suicidal, angry, lonely, etc…
Blessed am I that my journey included pain. Without pain there is no growth. There is no digging deep or root development.
You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.
You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.
You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.
You’re blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world. (Matt 5:3-5,8, The Message)
For me, writing has become a part of my healing. Which is why I came back to blogging when life changed so drastically this May. Writing is a place of reflection, of turning inward and then pouring out the results.
Writing also is an avenue to hear God’s voice. Not as a rule. But sometimes He visits me in-between the lines. I’ll be reflecting on a thought and then the pen will continue to write with new and beautiful words that I know didn’t come from my mind! I try to write as fast as I can to keep up with Him so that I don’t miss a single sentence!
Because writing is a process of healing, a place of reflection, I crave space to create. In my current situation there are very few quiet moments within a given day. I’m missing my writing time. But I know soon enough I’ll have my own space, my own quiet place… and the pen will be ready!
How did you come to writing? What is writing to you?