Sitting on my unmade bed. Clothes that haven’t found their hangers or rightful place in my three tiny drawers, lay across its corners. My eyes long to be closed, my brain no longer swirling with thoughts or ideas or conversations. I have tried to write this blog for about two weeks now. I would have just the right words, at the most random times. So I would quickly grab a small piece of paper and scribble my thoughts on it. Stick it in my bag and never again retrieve it. There were other times I would be trying to sleep and the eloquence I seek when writing words would find me. The thoughts would tumble out as quickly as I could type them in the notepad on my phone. However, I would soon turn over and forget I wrote them.
Thus I have realized writing for me is as easy as breathing. It’s my flow state. If time didn’t exist I could sit and never grow tired of it. It calms the title wave of words. Writing to me, is comfortable. And that’s exactly why words in the context of blogs have been few and far between in this season of my life. Because The Lord is continually pushing me out of what’s comfortable and into what is not. Into the things that make my hands tremble and voice shake just a little.
Trust me I still write all the words and thoughts on the now wrinkled paper of my almost full journal, I just don’t share them all.
So whatever season of life you’re in, I simply want to encourage you to continue on this pilgrimage. Continue to do the things that are hard and challenging. The things that are messy yet rewarding. Keep on doin’ the thing. You’re rockin’ it.
