I’ve recently entered retirement. The air is free and breezy, drawing me into a comfortable rhythm unknown to me for many years. All the excuses I found not to write have scurried like Arizona geckos into protective vegetation. I feel a peace within my soul that I didn’t know existed.
Its been over a year since I’ve written anywhere other than my journal. The words were always there though. Early mornings would uncover them. Fresh with the kiss of dew, they would sparkle and shine with newness, only to be discovered elusive by evening. And so it went. The day bled into evening and night broke through to dawn. But the past months of my silence have given pause to purpose. Time has allowed assessment of my tiny contribution to the conversation of faith.
The Gospels are replete with the significance of small things. Seeds, copper coins, and crumbs of bread dot and inform the landscape of Scripture. This is indeed comforting to one who has only small to give. God’s truths are deep and full and beyond resourceful with my fingertips only grazing the surface. It’s this dusting that I offer along with my life fragments.
But I am also a bit of a conflict. The same one to plunge into mysteries, loves to skirt the waters of cynicism. I am deeply serious in private but inclined toward lightheartedness and sarcastic humor in the day to day. For these reasons, I wrestle to project writing that is authentically me yet substantial in truth.
So this is my mantra:
I write simply as an offer of warmth amidst the chill of this post Eden world.
This place will be a basin to collect those words; a place to channel the holy randomness of living.
Welcome.
September 10, 2015 at 3:26 pm
Welcome back! I can’t wait to see what lands in your basin and how Jesus will use you and your words!
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September 10, 2015 at 5:21 pm
Glad you’re back! Love your way with words written from your heart.
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September 10, 2015 at 6:46 pm
I’m so proud of you, Mom. I’m glad you are jumping back into your passion of writing. I love the way the Holy Spirit is interwoven into your stories. You can speak of a vine or soil and I see God in it. Sometimes in life we forget the simplicity of God’s touch in all things. It’s easy to get caught up in this life, for sure. I also admire the way you can slow down, look deep into the human heart and behavior, and relate it back to Christ. I also really like your use of vocabulary. Sometimes your words are so descriptive that it is almost tangible to the senses. What a gift you have!
Always remember, writing is pretty much like singing in church. It doesn’t have to be perfect but it must be an outpooring from the heart. Don’t be afraid to get off key. It’s all for God’s Glory! Sing your heart out, Momma!
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September 13, 2015 at 3:43 pm
All I can say is…WOW!! You have such a gift of weaving words that speak to the depths of a heart…so glad you are back…
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September 14, 2015 at 7:33 pm
Your way with words is amazing! God has truly given you a gift and I’m so happy you’re using it! Keep up the great work!
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