Write, therefore, what you have seen, what is now and what will take place later.
There are days when words flow like water - easy, bright, cleansing. Praise is easy. Thanksgiving is easy. Worship is easy. God is God. I'm not. It's as simple as that. And we are surrounded by His Glory in every big and little thing. Sometimes I wonder, if it's easy is it worthwhile?
There are days when it's a struggle to write. To write with meaning. To write with purpose. To write with heart and feeling. To draw people in and make them care enough to stay.
There are days when I ask myself if it's worth the pain of memories torn out of hidden places by their roots, in order to get to joy. Because it is a journey to joy. Every story. Every word, every sentence, every period and yes, every-single-last dash are intentionally placed, tearfully placed, passionately placed on this screen - footsteps to joy.
He said "Abide in my love, keep my Father's commandments, so that my joy is in you and your joy complete."
His brother, who knew him said "Count it as pure joy to encounter difficulty, because difficulty leads to perseverance and with perseverance, there is room for wisdom."
My writing is a journey to joy. A journey to the Father - to obedience, to love, to that place of abiding. It's passion. It's burden. A gift that purifies, distills, and questions. Reflecting, remembering, rebuilding. It is a tool. It is an obsession. It is untangling. Getting to the root of. Seeking.
It is sharing. Community. Fellowship. It is a metaphor for relationship - each letter teamed to build words. Words united with punctuation to build thoughts and sentences. Sentences laid, as bricks and mortar to set a foundation of thoughts and ideas. It is celebration in diversity. It is argument. It is need. It is succor. It is encouragement.
It is worthwhile.
Thank you, Father, for this gift called writing.
Put your loving arms around your writers - the ones who struggle with their thoughts and words,
the ifs and the maybes - and the ones who make us pause and consider, the ones who make us think. Bless them with clarity, with purpose, with platform.
Linking with Lisa at Five Minute Friday