A Time To Write...

I love books, everything about them.  I love the plots in a good mystery, the laughs in a good children's book, the facts in a nonfiction.  I love books period.  I love how words come to together to weave a story that comes alive in my imagination.  I love the power and simplicity of words. How they can portray anger, love, hopefulness/hopelessness, forgiveness, and grace. How they can paint the scene perfectly in my head. More than anything I want to be able to do that. I want to write.  I want to get the 1000's of words slinging around in my head any given moment on to paper.  But when I go to pick up the pencil to do it...I can't.  I am afraid of failing before I even start.  I am afraid that what I think sounds good in my head, will sound silly and foolish on paper.  Most of all I am afraid that one of the few things I have actually felt passionate about will never come to fruition because I am too scared. I want to write with the joy I had as a kid, no worries about anyone liking the stories because I wrote them for myself.  I want to get back to that point.  So my goal this year is this, to write the words in my head on paper, without fear, without worry.  To write the stories simply because they are mine, and I created them, and I want to seem them come alive. To write for me.  I already have the notebook and pencil ready....it's just a matter of releasing myself from the grips of fear. I am going to do it this time.

A Time for....

  There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.  A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them; a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up; a time to keep and a time to throw away; a time to tear and a time to mend;a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. 

I love this passage.  I love this passage because I think of my dad and listening to the song on the radio while we were milking goats.  I love this passage because it says so much, so eloquently.  I love this passage because no matter what today is, tomorrow is something different.  Most of all I love it because it gives me hope of what is to come.

In the past couple months I have done a lot of reflection of what my life has been like these last ten years.  I've mourned, I've laughed, I loved, and I have strongly disliked.   I've let go of things, but have held on tightly to others.  I've realized that it may have not been what I would've have planned it to be, but it was beautiful just as it was. 

So I sit here on the eve of my 29th birthday and wonder what will be in store for me this coming year.  I have decided it is a time to be EPIC, a time to REFLECT, a time to FORGIVE and a time to GROW.  A time to find ME.

This is the start of my journey.  You're welcome to join me on it:)