Ok, so much as I love writing inane posts about gerberas and fighting duvets, after a while I start to feel creatively stunted and like I’m not writing about anything of consequence to my life. Like I’m skimming over the surface and ‘disney-fying’ something that is much more nuanced and complex.
And then I get to a place where there is so much to say and I don’t know where to begin, and I feel like jumping on a train and sitting on a hill with a notebook and scribbling and scribbling.
And then I get frustrated because I’m blogging about not blogging, and then it’s like ‘I bet you think this song is about you’, which is the most frustrating song lyric in the world, because by saying that she makes it about him… grr. So enough with the procrastination.
I want to write about what God is doing and saying, because there’s lots, (even if it does feel a bit like being dragged through a hedge backwards sometimes… or at least spinning round on a very fast fairground ride – that’s probably a less disturbing image).
I want to write about all the things I am excited about, because there’s lots, (even though some of those things feel fragile and frail and like they could shatter if I try and hold onto them too hard, like a tree branch I’m walking on and I’m not sure if it’ll bear my weight).
Last week I had a picture of a room in heaven, and all the words I’d ever spoken or written or typed were wallpapering it. It was a lovely place and Jesus said he loved to spend time there. It inspired me to think that is true for all of us, and I went off into an ideal-home-show-esque reverie about what all of those rooms would look like.
So yeah, in a nutshell… I need to post a bit more honestly.
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