changes

hello..

I finally had a friend wake me up by reminding me I hadn't posted since summertime......and I realized I've been running from this moment for a long time. but why?

I'm not really sure. I think the main motivation is that no matter how hard I try, no matter how far I think I've come in life, I'm still in a process of discovery all over again. I think I have my life figured out, I think I know the person that I want to be, and then...smack, I'm back on the floor, confused and shocked, because the reality has hit me once again. Who on earth am I? What is my purpose? Is there something more?

I think my second problem with running away is a fear that was given to me in the middle of the summer, a criticism from someone that I haven't been able to let go of for a really long time. A fear of writing, almost. A fear of being wrong.

But that's just silly, all of it.

At the risk of sounding like I'm throwing my own personal pitty party, I may be a really crappy writer. It's a very good possibility. But I love writing, and I want to get back into the habit of writing regularly again. My life seems to make so much more sense when I'm writing then when I'm floundering around trying to get the words right.

The words,

falling

down

on

the

page

like

little

daydreams

lost

from

home...

There's something beautiful about words on a page, on a computer screen, scribbled on a scrap of napkin.

The words, the living life, the remembering those moments when you felt truly alive, face flushed with the glory of God and the small role that He's given you to play....that's the true adventure.

Don't miss it.