June 15, 2012

Just Write

Standing at the laundry closet folding the warm, soft-scented clothes as I pull them out of the dryer, I'm going through the motions of an ordinary, almost daily task, but as I work, my mind and heart are somewhere else.  I'm lost in thought and deep in a conversation with Jesus about my writing.  It sounds a bit like this...

"Jesus, I want to write.  I'm ready to write.  Not just privately in my journal, but out there wherever there may be.  Words and sentences continually take shape and play about in my mind while I'm simply doing life... while I'm cleaning house and cooking dinner, spending time with family and friends, or just reading a book and sitting by the pool.  Even in my sleep, I'm stringing words together and writing out my story.

There is so much treasured up in my heart and mind that calls out for a voice.   Thoughts from my journey and what I've come to know of you rise up to the surface and spill out over the edge, filling page after unwritten page.  Though writing for an audience other than my journal is risky and vulnerable, I don't fear it.  I'm not hiding.  I'm ready.  So what do you have for me, Jesus?  What does it look like for me to be a writer?  Where would you have me offer my heart?"

And as I continue to fold the clothes, staying with those questions, I sense him saying warmly with a big smile on his face as if he's been looking forward to this conversation and preparing me for it...

"What are you waiting for?  You don't need an invitation and you don't need permission.  You already have both.  Just do it.  Go for it!  Just write."

And so I did...

and this blog came to be.


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