Today’s writing prompt is to write about writing. What do I
love about it? What do I hate? Where do I struggle?
Here goes:
I love writing because it is a world in which I feel
understood. When I am writing, I am initially writing to myself. I always
understand exactly what I mean. It is my home turf, a place where I feel I
belong and am always welcomed. It’s a canvas on which there is no wrong color
to paint. Even if those words are ugly or selfish, they are what I feel at that
moment and so no judging is appropriate. The attitude or emotion behind the
words may be wrong, but the words themselves are honest and are not asking for
anybody’s opinion. They are mine.
I love writing because it
gave me a sense of worth before I had time to learn Who Jesus is. My
seventh-grade creative writing notebook always had an A+ along with a “Good job”
or “excellent,” or “very imaginative,” or some other word of encouragement. In
my world where I was daily reminded I didn’t fit in, writing was the one thing that
made me feel special-that I could actually do something well.
I love writing because it is an opportunity for the wind of the Spirit to blow and a tune with colors that are uniquely mine grace the mind. I can show His workmanship by just being who He created me to be in Christ Jesus or out.
I love writing because it is a wonderful chance to be of
help to somebody I may never meet or to someone I love or anyone who needs
encouragement. It’s a chance to kiss a soul without their feeling violated. My
dream is to write something that will scratch an itch that many have; to meet a
need that God has chosen me to meet.
What do I not like about writing? That there are “higher ups”
who have to use red pens to judge what I write. That there are rules for
writing that I find confining and send me into hiding sometimes, most of the
time. I gotta get over that if I am ever going to publish.
I don’t like that the journey to publishing has to be so
long and arduous and can, if I don’t fight it, suck the fun right out of
writing.
My struggles with
writing? Feeling alone like nobody cares or has time to read what I have to
write. It is their prerogative, I know, to read or not, but I struggle with
feeling I should lighten up and know people are busy and don’t have or want
time to read what I write. Writing has a way of revealing insecurities I have and
lies I believe. Uncomfortable, but good for me—like spinach and exercise!
But I am thankful, though, for the gift of writing God has
given me. It’s my friend that I neglect too often. I love it and pray God puts
it in front of the eyes of people who would be encouraged, inspired, comforted,
challenged, and moved to consider and love and know God better.
I love the part where you say "it is the canvas on which there is no wrong color to paint". You are not alone!! <3
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