As a teenager, I journaled about everything - friends, boyfriend, parents, clothes, band, choir, speech team, people who had treated me horribly that day, feelings, well...you get the picture. When I look back on those pages, I see glimpses of the writer I was struggling to become even then (and didn't know it). Even in college I continued to write in my journal, but after I graduated and got my first job, I quit writing in my journal and seemed to drop all that was important to me to chase after empty pursuits. Sad, but true. Although, the lessons I learned during those few years are still etched in my brain and heart, so perhaps it was better I didn't journal about them.
Ok, fast forward to roughly present day. About 2 1/2 years ago, I began ghostwriting and fell in love with writing all over again. Who thought I'd ever actually tackle a blog? Not me! But, I find that the thoughts going through my mind are ones I want to share (well, most of them) and ones I would pray would encourage and inspire others. Isn't that what all writers desire to do? Words - the written ones and the spoken ones - have been a blessing to me in my life for years now.
Just yesterday, a dear friend of mine called me and we were able to catch up a bit. Cathy and I have been friends since 7th grade! She is an absolutely amazing lady who loves the Lord and her family. I am blessed more than I can express by her friendship. She has this amazing laugh that makes me want to laugh. She has broken into spontaneous prayer with me when she feels the Holy Spirit leading her to pray for me. I am humbled and blessed by her! As kids, we would write to each other over the summer because we didn't see each other that much during those months. I'm talking epistles! Not just a short, "hi, how are you?", but pages and pages about this, that, and the other thing, but mostly about our boyfriends and how life was going at the time. Cathy's letters in the mailbox were like getting a gift! I loved seeing her beautiful handwriting on the envelope. Those letters helped us stay connected. Words - a blessing to me and a "language" I understand with all my heart.
The Lord is so good to me! He sent to me a husband who loves to talk...to me. I love that. We talk, talk and talk some more. Not everyday, not all the time, but we share our hearts as often as possible. He "gets" me like no one else and I believe it's because he is willing to listen to me with not only his ears, but with his heart as well. My Jeff is my very best friend. He is my confidant and so much more. Thank you Lord!
Words, both written and spoken, have been a blessing to me. Yes, they can be hurtful too, but I prefer to focus on the good, at least for today.
Do you as a writer have difficulty getting all of your thoughts down on paper?
Are there times you find that are better for writing than other times? Morning, evening, afternoon, etc.
Do you use paper and pen or the computer for even the drafts?
Can you remember a time when the thoughts were flowing and you actually had the time to write and then felt fabulous afterward?
I would love to hear your thoughts on this topic! I am not sure yet how to do a link party, but until then, I'd love to hear your comments.
All my best to you today,
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