I used to think that maybe I could only write about something once I had perfected it.
I don’t think that anymore.
For one thing, I’m never going to aspire to the persona of perfection I long to become.
Jesus lives in me, but my human selfishness struggles in me and I won’t entirely escape it until I leap out of this earthly body to join my Jesus in heaven. So, I started to believe that perhaps the words sprang up because it was what my heart needed to hear.
I began to think that these words belonged more to me and for me and God was whispering them to encourage me.
I write because it’s how I can express. I write because it can clarify things for me. I write because it is therapeutic.
I heard or read these words from Beth Moore. She said, “I believe in the power of the written word.”
It was a mini revelation to me to realize, “I do too! I do!”
Books and devotionals and thank-you notes and inspiration and encouragement. I believe in the positive power for good they present.
I like to write. I always have.
It can be as frustrating as it can fulfilling at times. Sometimes the words flow at will.
Sometimes they won’t come out right for the world. Sometimes they just come out plain wrong. I’ve been so blessed by the written words shared by some of my favorite authors.
It can be a scary thing to put words to paper and to share them with others who don’t understand my heart or share my views.
I find myself clasping the words, knowing they’re speaking to me. Sharing those words in case they might bless someone else in any way.
Counting gratitude and delighting in the day because my soul needs that.
Seeking beauty and pressing into a Pollyanna-glad-game attitude EVEN when I sometimes feel more mad than glad and EVEN when I feel perhaps people around me are Pollyanna-ed out.
We graduated my daughter a weekend ago from last. And the past couple of weeks while we prepared, my blog and my IG simmered on the back burner. “To everything there is a season.” And here’s the deal… I missed writing and stringing words together. Oh, I’m not a bit sorry for the break or for a break now and then. I wouldn’t have missed our graduation prep and celebration for the world! I’m grateful for the reminder to myself to do the things I love when I can.
To face the fear.
To find the lessons life has to offer whenever I pay attention.
To breathe out gratitude for words and for perfection through my Jesus King.