I was watching a strange story, The Curious Life of Benjamin Button, or something like that. It had bad parts, but it was thought- provoking. Of course, being a mom I can never watch a whole movie start to finish so I see them in parts (which is the suckiest part of being a mom lol). Anyway, it struck me that life has way more meaning than was presented but that all life matters, everyone matters, everyone has a story. Some are inspiring and beautiful throughout and some are just in moments, but everyone has a story to tell. And what a shame some people wait until life is nearly spent to take the time to tell someone the story, and they may be unable or unwilling by then to listen. So, I am purposed to continue living my life out loud and proclaiming my story from the rooftops as I go. And I hope my story can inspire my children and anyone who hears it. I will be raw and real, “warts and all” as thr British beautifully put it. And please write or tell someone your story. God purposed it as He purposed you and you are beautiful, as is your story.❤
I write the word with a gleem in my eye
I write the word my heart just cried
I stand and cheer for surrender of wrongs
I hold no ill will though the wrongs seemed long.
I write the word that frees my heart
And draws me close to Jesus’ heart.
I write the world that sets me free
And allows God to forgive me.
I write “forgiveness”.
Then forgiveness rewrites me.❤
I once felt more alive reading and writing than I did actual living. This is saying a lot because I am a pretty big “liver” (not the organ) too. I love life. The thing is that life didn’t always like me so a book was my friend, my escape, my journey into an alternate reality, my learning tool about people, my entertainment. I would stay up late into the night with my reading light on in bed, with four or five repetitions of “lights out” before I would allow my sleepy eyes to close in slumber. It was the classics: the Bible, Jane Austen anything, Loisa May Alcott, C.S. Lewis, Agatha Christie, Herman Melville, Brontte, the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings trilogy, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little Princess, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, the greats. I loved poetry also. And it occurred to me after having burnt out of books from intense doctoral study and way too much college education, that reading is just now becoming a love again. But in the interim, I realized that the Bible was gaining prominence as it connected with my deep desire for truth and closeness to God AND that it reinforces reality lived well as opposed to escaping it. And my busy schedule forces me to prioritize so this real life business may be handled really well, I must limit. I lately enjoy reading my new blog friends’ blogs, writing, participating and reading my Bible and a chapter here or there of some great book.❤
As I read, I glimpse the mind of the author. I see their heart, read their mind, know a little of their innerness. Writing is an artistic expression of who we are and only really good artist writers can convey their story as they convey another. It is fantastic and I confess reading is one of my greatest joys. And the Bible is my favorite book because the Author/God tells His whole story through many other authors at various times in history and assembled it and thus revealed His mind and will and heart, so epic. This is my favorite way to get to know artistic person, no matter who they are or what their story. Everyone has a lesson to share, a beautiful mind to read. Bliss!❤
God makes some quiet, some loud, some meek, some strong and some of us writers. I am not professing to be amazing at this but I do know that if I do not write, I go insane. My passion to write drives me. Writing is sharing, conveying ideas, giving some of yourself away to risk some exposure in hopes of being accepted, sharing, feeling companionship, being social. I write truth because I am a humanitarian and wish to free and help people. I write poetry because it is an extension of my artistry with a more direct purpose. I read because I know and understand the author through the style of writing, the medium chosen, the choice of words, what was said, what was left out, gaining their knowledge, seeing God’s fingerprint in them. There is an exchange. I am an extrovert, wild and untamed, but I am crazy about introverts and love them study them through their writing. You can tell about men through their writing also. If they don’t ever write, they are not serious or committed or are purposeful in leaving no evidence, if you know what I mean. You can themoellell whether the author is kind or wise or shallow (which is just so sad for it shows either ig orance or fear) or just incredible. I can see immediately if the author knows Jesus Christ as Savior and for how long. It is beautiful to read, to write. Please continue on this journey and thank you for allowing me to be a part of it. God bless you and your writing!❤
This was written by a brilliant friend of mine. Thought it was worth sharing. Thank you, friend. Love you all! ❤
For this moment, I just wanted to thank God for the passion for writing. Really, He gave me a desire to write and share that is unquenchable unless I do so, a built in drive, I guess. I thank Him! And I thank you, brother, sisters, friends for reading what I wrote. WordPress was kind enough to inform me that I just reached 10,000 views. That boggles my mind. I do pray about what I write and I pray for those reading it to be encouraged and helped by it and blessed in general. So I do not take lightly this act of love and drive and passion, and I am honored and thankful that God blesses this little girl I am, the littlest of girls. I wanted to share my thankful moment. May you be blessed by God and come to a deeper relationship with Him every day! Keep praying! Keep reading your Bible! To God be all glory!