Some time ago I was encouraged to write a book or at least start writing more often. I used to journal ALL the time. Journaling seemed to be easy at first until I put expectations upon myself. Other times my journaling didn't have so much to do with my own thoughts or observations, but just notes of what God and others said that I found profound. Writing scares me. It's a blank canvas where anything can happen. Freedom at its finest. The only boundaries are the document margins from the left to right to top to bottom which are endless. No one can tell me what to say, how to say, how to act, except of course, me, which is generally my hardest obstacle. Emotions, thoughts, dreams, hopes, desires, frustrations... Everything deep within has the freedom to come forth into view, reflection, examination, and even scrutinization for all to see. More importantly, it allows the writer, me, to see for herself who she is from the inside out, rejoicing and facing the fears. I usually get choked up, mental blocks when I go to write. There's so much to process and share, though. I hope to avoid Christianese, scholastic lingo, and cliche phrases, unless of course I'm pondering and want to expound, with hopes that the real me, real thoughts, real relationship, real life experiences, real God and real love come forth, in all our beauty in the midst of the messiness of free will choices for both good and bad. I hope to step out in courage to not avoid controversial topics, share frustrations and differences from a place of humility. I hope to not come across as a know-it-all; if so, let me know! Feel free to challenge, question, comment, reflect, investigate, share your own experiences whether similar or different, whether you agree or disagree. This is not exclusive.
So, here I go, off on a Journey into the Deep. Lord, help me.
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