I love to write. Probably more than I love photography. Both feed the creative chaos that wells up in me. Words are a wonder to me, and I love to read others interpretations, how they form a sentence, their prose, their metaphors. I probably should have majored in Literature, but I didn’t know what I loved at the “still a little girl trying to be a big girl” age of 18.
Words do something internally that nothing else can even compare to. Especially God’s Word. God’s written Word is life giving to me.. but I am not always great about remembering to run to that Life Giving Source.
I need to get better at that.
Time is a huge reason I don’t write more. Not that I don’t have any time to write, but that time seems to slip by me at a rapid pace, and when I have remembered something I want to write, I’m too exhausted to do anything about it.
I need to get better at that.
Fear is another reason I don’t write more. Stupid, mostly in my head, fear.
Fear tells me that I can’t write about what I really want to write about. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Fear tries desperately to convince me that I will do something wrong, say something wrong, feel something wrong. And by sharing it to my small little world, I will damage something.
My reputation? My credibility? My business? My relationships?
Fear has the great ability to wrap itself around me, like a thick sticky fog. It will suffocate me if I let it. I can’t let it. God has brought me too far for me to go back to that pit.
I am getting better at that.
And just like that, the fog lifts, and a gentle mist of easy to breathe Redemption takes its place.
The reason I’m sharing these things? I keep hearing a sweet whisper from God. He tells me to write a book. I argue with Him that I don’t know how. And then I hear nothing. Because God isn’t interested in my know how. He is interested in my obedience.
Why am I writing all of this down? Because it is time. I have always been one to keep things real, but I believe I am going to take things to a whole new level of realness. I also want to document the day I said Yes to this particular whisper.
I have a lot to say. Yes is the first thing I’m saying.. we shall see what comes next.