For the last two years I homeschooled my two girls and
within that time I taught them some writing skills. One of the skills included free writing. That’s where you just sit down and
write. No real planning, you just let
free flowing thoughts move from your brain to paper. That’s where I’m at right now. I’m in free write. I can’t even begin to think of a blog, as
terrible as that sounds, I feel stuck.
I’ve felt this way for months.
I’ve allowed my outside world of housework, kids schedules, birthday
parties and church service to be at the forefront of my brain. I feel as if I’ve actually squished all of my
creative thoughts down, stuffing them somewhere to possibly never to be
discovered again! How can this be? I thought I could do better than this;
letting my world overtake me. It’s so
sneaky, that world of mine. It is
constantly nagging on me like a toddler grabbing onto my pant leg and so I feel
I can’t ignore it. Of course it’s
impossible to ignore, and is that really the correct response? My Love is writing. My Child is the distraction of the
world. Both require attention. So where do I go from here? I free write.
I’m looking at my Love in the face, pulling up the creativity to the top
of my mind, allowing my First Love to inspire me. Yes, there, that’s it! My First Love; Jesus. Without my First Love, I don’t have an ounce
of inspiration or creativity. I am
completely lacking. Free write. Free write.
No pressures now, just breathe, listening to His voice, and write. I want my life to always be like this. I want to be in Free Write mode. No pressures now, just breathe, listen to His
voice, and ____________________. That’s
the key, the fill in the blank part. I
can insert anything I want in there, anything at all because I know with Jesus,
he’ll never leave me or forsake me. (Deuteronomy 31:6) He’s always near to guide
me, whispering encouragement, inspiration and love. (John 10:27) So starting today I think I’ll try to Free
Write the rest of my life. No pressures
now, breathe, listen to His voice and …
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