I have a love/hate relationship with this writing thing. I have days that I feel the pull to sit down and put the proverbial pen to paper only to shy away out of fear. Words have weight and most days I don't feel strong enough to bear the burden of it all. I can't say what scares me so much exactly - the vulnerability & responsibility of it I guess.
And then there are days that the words in my heart are so heavy that I think my heart might actually stop if I don't get them out. I write on those days, despite my fear. God uses my ramblings as a way to help me sort out some of the mess that goes on in my head and turn me right side up again. I have wrestled with the whole idea of blogging for more than 3 years and every time I walk away, convincing myself it's not my thing, I am pulled back.
I haven't really written much in about a year and a half, and it feels good to finally put some words down. My life started to feel a bit sideways a few summers ago and I wasn't sure how to walk through it or what I could or should share so I closed down my blog and Facebook so I could take some time to reflect and learn without distraction. It was good for me I think, but it's time to come alive again. Time to try new things, reach out and believe that God will help.
Being offered the opportunity to write for Douglas County Moms and connect with other local women has really been a lifeline of sorts. It has given me structure and deadlines and that little push I needed to jump back in. There are seemingly endless topics to write about and I am encouraged by how each one is broached and delivered daily by women with same Momma heart beating in their chests as mine. It seems that everywhere I turn these days, I am being reminded that my story matters...and yours does too.
There are whole writing communities like (in)courage and superhero mom writers like Lisa-Jo Baker all cheering us on to share our stories. On paper, online or in person. With our kids, neighbors and friends. It's all about relationships and understanding that our stories - even the ugly parts - are meant for glory and growth. They are necessary. They are needed. They are ours. So we write - I Write. I write to remember where I came from and give glory to the One who got me here. Some stories are really cautionary tales and others are simply testimonies of God's faithfulness, because truthfully I need those to be remembered.
I need them for the hard days when I feel life going sideways again. I need them like an anchor for my soul. And I am learning that as much as I need to write them, to declare them as Truth to the world, someone out there may need to hear them. Maybe my friend, maybe a stranger, maybe my daughter. There are countless women whose words have strengthened my heart and given me bravery for another day. I am so thankful they shared their stories with me. I am so glad I have a story to share.