I write because it brings me peace. An irreplaceable peace. When my thoughts are pounding against the crevasses of my brain too fast for me to keep up, writing slows me down. It makes sense of the senseless. It makes me sit down, even if only for five minutes in the craziness of motherhood. And breathe.
It’s Friday. Where hundreds of writers come together every week over at the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog to spend five minutes writing about one thing. One word. No hyper-editing. No getting in your own way. Just writing, flat out. The most important rule: encourage the writer who linked up before you. Won’t you join us?
Today’s word: write
My heart beats faster with each syllable, and the joy is complete when I read the others’ stories. Their thoughts. Their heart. I discover I am not alone.
Sometimes the words come fast and steady, like a waterfall after the spring thaw. Other days it’s like pushing through a dense fog. Searching for the right string of syllables, not knowing it’s right there within my reach. Sometimes the silence is overwhelming.
I keep moving forward. I write my way through the unknown until my vision is cleared.
And I realize are messengers of our story. Because it is not ours, but God’s. To open up a window and let the light that is your life shine for all to see…that’s pure love.
We were not made to live in the dark.