Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has hundreds of writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://lisajobaker.com/. This week's word is Write.
I must admit that it took me awhile to find the Five Minute Friday word for this week in Lisa-Jo's post. I'm going to chalk it up to days on end of below freezing temperatures and living with the threat of icy, snowy weather. I'm beginning to think that my brain is solar powered and on days like the ones that filled the past week, with no sun in sight, I feel like I can't keep a thought in my head.
I want to write. I want my words to help people. But in the day to day of a full time job, I find myself at the end of the day realizing that another day has gone by without me putting a single word to paper or computer screen. I feel a calling to guide people through a difficult time in their lives but often feel like it would be the blind leading the blind. How can I lead when so often I feel like I'm still one big wound that just won't heal?
So I dream of writing. Of one day doing nothing but writing all day. Of ditching the 40 hour a week job in a hermetically sealed office building and spending my days in my 1930 bungalow, writing my own words instead of proofreading others.
I want to write. I want my words to help people. My word of the year is Do. So I just need to do it and write. For me. For others out there like me. Write until the words heal me and those who read them.
Stopping by from FMF. Sometimes we hear the call that God lays on our hearts and wonder…when Lord? God brings us through our season of wounded-ness, whole and healed, with only the scar remaining. The scar is left as a reminder of the healing and comfort that we ourselves received from the Father as we journeyed through that season of our lives. Only then are we ready to enter the season of the call…to comfort others in their wounded-ness with the very comfort you received.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing and God will bring you through! He will supply the words and the time to accomplish His call on your life.
P.S. the 1920's bungalow sounds like an idealic place to write.
Thank you Gay!
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