Openheartedness, the
free expression of one’s true feelings and opinions, is a strong focus of
anything I write. Openheartedness can refer to being blunt or direct, but we do
not have to be mean at the same time.
A ramble, whether in speech or written word, exhibits an
aimless wandering on an erratic path through life. Readers may notice this post
rambles.
What does a writer do when words will not come?
These past eighteen months have been a ramble for me
because of a health condition that continues but is undiagnosed to date. I do
not mention this for pity but to ask you, dear readers, a question. What does a writer do when words are silent?
I have been a contributor to this blog since 2015. This is
the first post I have struggled with to write. The words crowding my mind argue
with each other. They argue over how openhearted I will be in this post. Some
words encourage this writer to be direct. Other words want me to hold back and
ramble. How does one cope with such a struggle when words will not cooperate? Perhaps
a ramble is the result and has a purpose.
Here is another question.
What does this writer do when words will not
come?
An answer to this more personal question is, I write with
my vulnerability. In this vulnerability, openheartedness is a companion to
my periodic rambles. Today, as I sit with my laptop, it is two days before my
post is due. Words in my head seem to have fallen asleep. This leaves me with
another question.
Have my words abandoned me?
This question is torturous, yet I know words are beautiful.
How can I express myself but through words, these darlings within my soul? Here,
I continue to write, even words content to ramble.
If my words abandoned me, what would I do? Shut up my
laptop? Throw away my pens and pencils? Burn my notepads?...No!
I pray to God, who has called me to write. I do this not as
a simple solution, but for He who understands and cares. Prayer causes me to turn
to the Great Author, our Master Creator. Through His words, He spoke all things
into being and He can help me resurrect my words. This then causes me to turn
to why I write.
To Whom I write.
I write to help others hope and to know they are not alone.
I accept even my rambling has this purpose and is an answer to why I write.
I write to encourage those who struggle or feel abandoned
by life to know someone cares. They may have ceased to keep their hope. This means
my words can arise from their slumber, gather themselves, and realize we are
all in the struggle together.
Dear writer and reader friends, please know in your
struggles there is hope. Your struggles, as in mine, have a purpose even when
we do not know what it is at this present time. Reach out to someone if need be
and know you are not alone.
Take
time with your words and love these darlings within your soul.
Alan lives in a small village called Deroche, British
Columbia, with wife, Terry, and their poodle, Charlie. He enjoys walking on the
dike near his home, where he finds inspiration for his writing. He occasionally
writes articles for FellowScript Magazine and is a regular contributor to the
InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship blog. His website,
https://scarredjoy.ca, is under construction.
