I typically like to look to the past to see where I’ve been and who I’m becoming.
My writing has been inconsistent lately. To be honest, I’ve questioned if this whole writing thing was just a phase, a season if you will.
So, I started digging into my life archives and remembered a time in elementary school, I think it was 6th grade or something. We used to have free-writing times, where we could create stories and share them with the class. I was kind of the class clown and my stories were pretty goofy. I remember that they always made people laugh. You know, characters falling off cliffs, swinging from vines and crazy, rough-boy stuff like that. I remember my classmates being engaged in my stories and how easy it was for me to put my stories together.
I then remembered my college days. How I threw a 2o+ page paper together in a few hours, in the middle of the night. The words just flowed on to the paper and they actually kind of made sense!
Strangely, these memories encouraged me. I’m grateful for that.
I’m a little different from other folks in that, while other’s live in the past and struggle with moving forward, I often live in the present and forget to use my past as a tool. There’s so much to learn from our past….I’m discovering this more and more as I get older.
So, in regards to my writing, I guess I’ll just keep hitting these keys and try to remain open to the direction that my words take me. Maybe I would actually be disobeying my calling if I didn’t keep my fingers moving.
The answer isn’t clear just yet, but I figured I would continue this weird path towards self-discovery, my writing and my calling.
God is good, He’s got this and I trust Him.