I’m not a writer, persay, but I write.
My mumble-jumble of words strung together to voice feelings, emotions, beliefs. Simple writings. Bits and pieces here and there and it’s grown me as I’ve stopped and pondered and thanked God for words and thoughts.
I’ve always liked words, though I am no English major. Words are fascinating. Some people are so gifted at putting together words in such a way, that they capture your attention and express a thought so eloquently. I am simple and I like real to life. Some of my favorite bloggers write in a very real, this-is-life, way. Many of my favorite books capture life in a real way with a wonderful twist of humor and fun. Some people are so witty with words.
We’re all so different. And called in so many different ways and to different things. I read a post recently that a lot of people thought was very, very funny. I didn’t. I thought it was kind of silly. Just the difference in the way we perceive things and what writing strikes a chord with us. There are a couple of well-know popular bloggers, that while I appreciate some of their thoughts and writings, I don’t exactly relate with the style of writing. It simply doesn’t resonate with me the way it seems to with so many others. When I run into this in my readings of writings, I can wonder why I don’t “get it”. I was thinking about this recently and it occurred to me that it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to relate with every feeling and writer out there. There is such a variety of people and styles and God made diversity on purpose. I see diversity as a gift and an opportunity. An opportunity where we can inspire and be inspired.
Many times I can’t quite capture what I want to write, whether it is the lack of time or coming up with the word I want or simply sitting down without an interruption.
To write and read. They are both gifts from God. Wonderful tools of communication. Wonderful ways of preserving memories and passing down history. My parents keep diaries and have for years. The memories contained within the pages are precious. My daughter journals and she is starting her own history of memories and thoughts.
To write. To remember. To stretch me. To grow.
So, write. Just because. Write to remember. Write to organize the thoughts in your head. Write to praise the Father. If it is your thing, put your words down on paper. Write, simply to bless yourself and grow yourself. You don’t have to be a “writer”. Just a love to express yourself through written word.
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