Being inseparable like that reminds me of a time when my husband and I were staying at our home in Florida. Some friends of ours had family visiting with them for a week. They were inseparable. When our friends came to visit us, they brought their company with them. For their company, it was their first time in our home. Upon stepping through our front door, our friend's sister yelled, "Love it - love it - love it! My heart skipped a beat. She loved the paint colour, all the natural light, the large windows and the glorious view.
That's exactly how I feel about writing. The view from my eyes can be written down for the world to see. There's more than one word to describe everything. Emotions, colours, joy, pain, and anger. The things I touch, smell, and eat. All of this can be shown to a reader when I breath life into it.
It's true, my writing has not been read by many. But if you ask the "Google" master to find my stories, he will find a few. I'm not well-known. I haven't signed one autograph. My name hasn't been splashed across the front cover of a book in giant gold letters, like John Grisham. Still, I write. Why? Because I love it!
I've come to understand that words will always invade my head morning, noon or night. They're not on a clock. There's no schedule for them. When God hangs the moon at night, they don't sleep. That means that I don't sleep either.
My stories are not governed by time. Their governed by God, the one who inspires me to write. God breaths life into my stories. He calls me to write. And a story born.
Writing has a way of turning the bad things in my life into something good. Words transform past hurts from pain into healing, they keep the memories of lost relationships from forever fading away and the lives of those who have been called to heaven, alive in my heart.
Writing and I are inseparable.
