My walk with the Lord is in a constant state of trying out loud. Writing this blog is just me trying out loud. Writing words is just another form of art and sharing your art is you being willing to try out loud. I don't knit scarves or make furniture out of rescued pallets or bake cakes. I write words. I drink coffee, love my family, receive boundless love from my Creator, and I write words.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I am so Half Made
When I was in my young girl dreaming stage of life, being a ballerina or singer or horse trainer or actress was far behind my desire to be a published writer. Not fiction. No sir. I'm really quite terrible at writing fiction (I'm just too corny). I wanted to be the next Elisabeth Elliot. I wanted to inspire and enlighten and encourage other women to be as godly as they could be. But over the past twenty years of wanting to be a published writer, I have one severe problem: everything is half done. I have stacks of notebooks up to my arched eyebrows of poems, plays, and nonfiction articles all over my house. Then someone out there, perhaps named Mr Blog, invented a way for me to "publish" my thoughts and creativity. I think this is going to be really fun. Welcome to my stack of notebooks.
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