I only made it through 9 of the 31 days “of UNimpressive writing”.
I neglected to announce to the hundreds of bloggers who all, in their own voices, committed to write for 31 days on topics of “inspiration”.
I just stepped away from the challenge, no need to acknowledge a surrender or writer’s defeat. I just decided to go at my own pace.
Less demand, more heart.
I continued to write, though hoping to avoid the pull of being “impressive”.
One lapse into writing to impress and one follower, kindly and honestly picked up on it.
His honesty is and was a gift.
Otherwise, on this day 26 of 31 I’ve been content in my writing. My words have continued to be honest, to attempt to point to God’s place with me now as opposed to where I’ve been, and to write bravely with confidence in such a way that someone may read and stop to think, just to think.
Either, can’t believe she had the courage or lack of discretion to write about that or I have felt the same way and I’m glad I’m not the only one.
My aim, the transparency of a writer’s heart exposed to the world like a house made of windows with no drapery.
There has been purpose for pain and for pleasure on my journey. I am led to share the stories reframing of God’s hand, his constant redesign.
And so I walk slowly, writing along the way.
I heard the sweetest story yesterday about a baby excited to walk. The grandmother, my friend with an honest and earthen voice, told all of us ladies in the choir that “He’s learning to walk!”
We all sighed a collective and excited reply, “Awww.”
The grandpa wanted to buy him shoes right away, make his legs good and strong, saying ” We got to get him going, help him learn to run !”
To which grandma replied, “Oh no, let’s take our time, let him walk.”
This morning I prayed a request to just handle whatever shows up in my life.
To respond and adjust in a way that demonstrates faith in God.
Consistency and persistence, growing more important than ever somehow.
Baby steps are good.
Slow moving, tenuous steps, cautious enough to anticipate.
Steady and strong enough to run.
So much talk I have of faith, trust, courage, honoring God and yet I get all twisted and tangled in why I stumbled back there, back then…
Or how I’m ever going to make it to wherever and whenever.
I read this morning about a runner, concerned over impending rain.
A brilliant writer whose images literally pull me to his words.
Words, so subtly strong, they sink down and ease me to a powerful place of insight, never jolted or pushed.
Offering a chance to understand, never a demand.
I’d like to grow in this way. I’m humbled that he has read my words, has shared them.
Just keep moving forward, Lisa… keep moving through, noticing the beauty.
Keep writing, painting, loving, trusting, holding fast to faith; in life, in God.
Run when you can; but trust your walk, pausing just long enough to grow strong.
Or waiting there, stepping forward only towards Good.
Linking up with others who write at Jennifer Dukes Lee, Tell His Story. Read her important and wise advice on friendships here, http://jenniferdukeslee.com/the-five-friends-we-all-need-tellhisstory/