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| Proverbs 16: 24 Gracious words are the honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones. |
For the first time I did something I had never done since high school. I began to write. Some time alone, daily reflections, a decent pen, and a journal. Whether it was in bed under the warm glow of a nearby lamp or curled up in a comfy chair; all I needed was a quiet place.
Whenever time afforded me the opportunity to write, I embraced it. The words inside my head sounded clear and concise. What was unclear to me -- was why? Why did I feel the sudden urge to write?
The first time appealed to me at the end of a trying day. The words spilled onto the pages without any hesitation. With my pen in hand I cried when I stared at the strokes that suddenly marred the crisp white pages. I wasn't prepared for my knack of setting all my emotions into words. My honesty stung. Still, I couldn't stop nor did I want to.
My writing seemed to flourish under the perception I was free to pen whatever I wanted. How liberating! On the other hand there were times when I imagined someone leafing through the pages that were the windows into my life. I marveled at the very thought of them creeping into the room having waited for just the right moment to pull my journal from it's hiding place and slowly peel back the pages. Each one exposed a layer of my life. I could conceive something so silly because I was certain it was never going to happen. An army would never find the book that held my heart between its cover. My thoughts were safe with me.
Time after time I found myself logging in to the story of my life. My fears, worries, hurts, laughter, desires, likes and dislikes. I wrote.
When I turned the last page it occurred to me, my writing evoked tremendous healing. It revealed the joy I thought I'd lost. And something else was also clear.....only God could have given me the remarkable power to transform everything I felt into words all the while showing me where to safely tuck them. Isn't it just like God to provide a way when we are faced with so many ups and downs. He didn't exempt me from any circumstances, good or bad. He simply provided a path.
What started out as a journey towards healing moved on to contentment.
Colours paint the world. A smile illustrates joy. Tears
express pain. Moments are defined as happy or
sad. Love binds two hearts. Forgiveness heals the broken.
Resilient depicts a person.
Words are my friends. Writing is my passion.
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