Sometimes, if I pour my heart out in words, it takes me a bit to recover. I didn't realize that until recently. It's as if I need to get refilled in words, in THE Word, and in general, to be able to pour back in to an essay or post.
That's how I feel today.
I didn't know that it would be hard to write about "Mystery." My first thought was that I didn't like the genre of "mystery" in reading or movies. I don't like being startled, afraid, or surprised (even for good and pleasant things really). It's not a mystery. Many people aren't crazy about stuff like that.
Then I thought that the inability to write about "mystery" today, is, in and of itself, a mystery. Why is so difficult? It shouldn't be an issue at all, right?
But it is an issue, and today's post won't be long, or eloquent, or very deep spiritually, because I'm simply human, and can't come up with words. And that, my friends, is no mystery.
#hopewriters #februaryfreewrite #mystery #marinaskitchentable
Parents of Missionaries: Grieving
I've been wanting to write on grieving for a while now, but words have escaped me. Not that I don't know how to describe my feelings...
-
It’s time!! Thanks to everyone for praying with me and for me as I’ve worked to get my first book out! It’s been a learning process, for sur... -
The house still has evidence of Miss J being here all last week, and grandkids Norah and Isaiah a few weeks before, and to have these 2 pop...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks so much for reading today! I hope that you will share your heart with us! Do not forget to subscribe if you would like to have this delivered to your inbox!
~marina