Writing is a strange occupation. Not one for the faint-hearted.
There are days where words flow freely and we write out our hearts.
On others, it feels like the tap has run dry and ceased its outpouring.
We squeeze and coax them to appear like getting blood out of a stone.
Some days they demand a great deal of energy to pin down on the page.
I’ve been trying to save energy because it will only stretch so far when you have M.E, and life has recently become much busier for me in many ways.
If I extend myself too much it leads to a ‘crash and burn’ reaction which can cause further relapse in symptoms.
So I took a mini social media and blogging break to recoup some strength.
Pain has been pervasive and leached more life out of this weary frame. And sleep/rest/pacing have become the order of the day.
But I felt a creative itch and urge simmering beneath the surface. It’s never far away though it hibernates sometimes.
Little snatches of verse have been born (and some made public) as I joined in with poetic prompts on Twitter both prior to and since ending my needful break.
Listening and leaning are the new watchwords of my life this year and they are bearing fruit as I abide closer to God.
There is far less urgent clamour about my writing and a lot more trust that words will appear when they should.
I’m discovering it’s a restful place to be in as I surrender the whole process to God. He gives me all the inspiration and words I need.
I long to break free from rigid conformity, from formality, from ought and should, from comparison and feeling ‘less than’.
Joining in with Five Minute Friday has given me permission to ditch perfectionism and embrace the gift of the inspired moment as I offer my words to public scrutiny.
Here I am again, with renewed gratitude that stems from seeing how God uses weak, weary and wounded ones like you and me to speak out for Him.
I can write again. Words have come when I least expected them to….because of Him.
I don’t want to write
it is what
I usually do
I want to have a say
These words should come
have thoughts You desire
me to convey
And You know just who
needs to be
encouraged by You
in prayerful offering
surrendered in this way
So I come willingly
how things ought to be
and happen naturally
Here is my pen, my mind,
my heart, my soul
Please take and use them
to bless, heal and help
make others whole
Write Your Word
upon my heart
Inscribe Your ideas
as I start
to write, and allow
them all to flow
have surrendered them
into Your hands
and for Your plans
Joining here with Kate and fellow #FMF writers as we write bold and brave today. You are very welcome and warmly invited to join in and to discover how you can write this way every day for a whole month if you want to.