I wonder why writing is so hard for me. I enjoy reading...reading good writing. Maybe pride? It becomes quite a disability. I suppose it is pride that stops me from doing a lot of things. Dancing. I would love to be a good dancer, but there’s good old pride. Don’t want to look like a fool. Maybe the fools have it right. At least they get to dance.
A few years ago God placed ‘writing’ on my heart. Ever since I have been running away from that challenge with photography. Wow, He sure is patient! Lately it (the calling) seems to be creeping in again. That ‘still soft voice’ is stirring. I have been following an amazing magazine for the last few months-’The Sun”. Amazing grouping of poetry, fiction and true-to-life writing with awe inspiring photography. The only thing is- something seems missing. There is plenty of passion and creativity. I guess it would be missing Hope. The hope in the resurrection?
“He has placed eternity in our hearts.”
The thing is, and it’s a big thing, it might involve writing. I mean-me writing. We’ll see?
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