Words, Words, Wonderful Words by Joylene M. Bailey

What is it that draws me to the page day after day?

It’s the words. 

Words, words, wonderful words.  

They provoke, twist, assuage, encourage, and roll off the tongue.

Ian Hanomansing anyone? 

Not the guy. The name. It’s the most roll-off-the-tonguish name ever!

Words like Pepito and pizzicato that make you think of tiptoeing across the floor.

Words that make you lisp, like Duluth and mythical.

Fun made up words like yertle and sneetches and fiffer-feffer-feff. (Thank you Dr. Suess).

My absolute favourite thing about writing is searching out the perfect word. Sometimes it takes 2 hours, but when I hit upon that just-right word, it’s like little firecrackers – sparklers – go off somewhere. It truly is a joy that comes from deep within. And I thank the Lord for words, words, wonderful words. 

It is a joy to me when I know that the Father is pleased, not only with what I’m creating, but that I’m creating at all. And the most joyous of times have been those rare moments when I sensed that the Father and I were co-writing. He giving the ideas and approving the work, me doing the actual hands-on work of researching, and choosing word after word after word.

Co-creating words of life.

And the satisfaction?

The first time I saw an article of mine in a distinguished magazine and not a church or school newsletter, I couldn’t wait for my husband to get home. Before he even got halfway through the door I ran up to him, flashed the open magazine in front of his face and exclaimed, “This is ME!”

It’s a moment I will always remember.

But more than that, when I receive comments that my writing has meant something to someone, made them laugh, made them think, made them feel something, even prompted them to try something new; that my words have brought life in some way. That’s what brings me the most joy and satisfaction.

As I’ve been working on this blog post, an old Sunday-School hymn has been crooning in my head. Maybe you will remember it too.

WONDERFUL WORDS OF LIFE

1.     Sing them over again to me,

Wonderful words of life;

Let me more of their beauty see,

Wonderful words of life;

Words of life and beauty,

Teach me faith and duty:

Refrain:

Beautiful words, wonderful words,

Wonderful words of life;

Beautiful words, wonderful words,

Wonderful words of life.

2.     Christ the blessed One, gives to all

Wonderful words of life;

Sinner, list to the loving call,

Wonderful words of life;

All so freely given,

Wooing us to heaven:

Refrain:

Beautiful words, wonderful words,

Wonderful words of life;

Beautiful words, wonderful words,

Wonderful words of life.

3.     Sweetly echo the gospel call,

Wonderful words of life;

Offer pardon and peace to all,

Wonderful words of life;

Jesus, only Savior,

Sanctify forever,

Refrain:

Beautiful words, wonderful words,

Wonderful words of life;

Beautiful words, wonderful words,

Wonderful words of life.

If you are unfamiliar with the tune, you can find it here.

Words, words, wonderful words. May God continue to give us words of life to share with our world, as we fulfill our calling as His writers.

All above photos from pixabay.com

Joylene puts word after word after word together from her home in Edmonton. Find more of them at her blog, Scraps of Joy - a Joy infused view of the world.

My Joy In Writing by Brenda Leyland

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"The work for which we are fitted—which we are sent into this world to do—what a blessing it is and what fullness of joy it holds!" L.M. Montgomery, Selected Journal, Volume II, May 23, 1910

This month Sandi Somers prompts writers to explore the ways writing brings us joy. What a delightful exercise it has been for me. I have not seen it so clearly before, but my whole being is perfectly suited to this work of writing. And, from this suitability springs the joy. Let me show you:

It turns out I am physically and mentally suited for writing. There is an overall sense of living in my own shoes when I write -- the whole situation of writing fits comfortably and naturally -- which certainly increases my enjoyment of the process. Since a child, I prefer sitting, reading, or bending my head over a project at my desk to more physical activities. My nature tends not to be the restless sort, so I can sit quietly for hours on end and be content. Although I prefer a more sedentary lifestyle, it's not about being lazy. I actually start to feel frayed and edgy in my soul if I must be ever on the run with this activity or the next. Sitting around thinking and daydreaming is a good quirk to have if one wants to write, and I certainly have it.

My psyche is wired for writing. They say writing is a lonely business and that a writer must withdraw from society if she is to get any writing done. Truth of the matter, solitude suits me; it is my joy to while away hours with my own thoughts and ideas, listening for His input, delighting when our thoughts meld. I freely admit I anticipate the time my dear husband heads to the gym each morning; when the door closes behind him, I relish these completely alone times. Lest you think I'm a hermit, I am not; I do enjoy the company of others, including said husband, yet I'm perfectly happy being sequestered with my words and paper.

My relationship with my desk is an affair of the heart. One of my favourite spots in the house is my little office with its lovely antique table as a writing desk and the tiny 1960's kitchen table as my computer desk. There is something about walking into that space which fires up my creative spirit. As a girl, I loved having my own desk in school with its wooden drawer under the seat. I looked forward to coming home and seeing the little table waiting for me in my sunny upstairs bedroom. And, I never tired of my corner office at work with its modern desk unit. Even when the job itself grew wearing, I'd still feel a leap of joy when I'd see my desk -- that place where I worked and wrote for my esteemed boss. To this day, my heart still does that same happy dance; it's at my desk where I feel the most grounded and in my right place.

I love playing with words. American author Truman Capote once said that, for him, the greatest pleasure of writing was to hear 'the inner music the words made'. Oh yes, I can relate. Like a child who delights in playing with her toys, so too is the felicity of playing with words, honing and shaping sentences to capture with elegance what I desire my readers to see in their own mind's eye. I work at stringing words together to share thoughts filled with life and hints of eternity, figuring out a beautifully turned phrase to surprise the mind like shooting stars and melt the heart like chocolate. Truly, there is nothing more satisfying to the heart and soul of this writer.

Time stands still when I write. The other evening I sat down around 7:30 pm to work on a new blog post. Happily engaged in the process of writing a draft, finding suitable quotes, editing and loading photos, time went by. I glanced at the clock thinking it would be around ten o’clock; surprised was I to learn it was nearly two o’clock in the morning! Completely absorbed, I had no awareness of time passing. It must be true -- time flies when you’re having fun.

"You should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on the mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten -- happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." ~ Brenda Ueland, Author of If You Want to Write

There's euphoria in pushing through the hard places. Every writer experiences those times in his or her work when it's just not working. You come to the spot where you want to throw your hands in the air and wail, 'Whose idea was this anyway?' But you come back to your senses, sit back down, and begin to chip-chip-chip away at the rock-hard resistance until you have a breakthrough. It's that sweet moment you wait for -- the frisson of excitement when the joy returns with its inexplicable thrilling up and down of the spine. One never forgets such a moment, and you remind yourself of it the next time you're tempted to quit.

There is fullness of joy in The Assignment. Some years ago now, I used to pester the Lord about what he wanted me to write. I was certainly willing to write what he had in mind for me. Yet, so often I would hear his reply: “What’s in your heart?” I eventually realized there are times he invites me to go ahead and write what's bubbling in my own heart. And, when he has a special assignment for me to write, he will tell me. His assignments are most fulfilling, not to mention wondrous, because I love that I am, like Mother Teresa, a little pencil in His hand, working with Him to share a word that will encourage, comfort, or inspire. Whether I write a letter, post, or article -- even an entry for a writing contest -- when the words are finally ready to write, out they spill like liquid gold, filled with God's life to bring light, hope, and grace to someone's life. It's writing at its sweetest and best.

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The Lord gave me a promise many years ago as I sought to find his way for my life and the work I would undertake. Psalm 128:2 says, "For you shall eat the fruit of the labour of your hands; happy shall you be, and it shall be well with you." It is only now in this season of my life that I am, more than ever, seeing the real fulfilment of those words. This writing work for which I am fitted by His grace and sent into this world to do is such a blessing and holds fullness of joy for me. 

Brenda C Leyland, no longer in the workforce, spends more time writing at her desk. Ever on the lookout for 'glimpses of heaven in unexpected places', Brenda blogs about her life at It's A Beautiful Life, and works away on various small and even one monumental writing project which she hopes will eventually turn into something bookish.