Writing is hard. You have to show up to your writing station, and write. You have to be diligent and consistent. I struggle with both, but I still like writing. Trying my hand at memoir was the most difficult writing I’ve undertaken because it required I study deeply the story of my life. I’m glad I did it though, because there was much unveiling truth. It was not an easy process, but one that allowed me to grow and gain perspective.
I believe there is healing in the writing and wrestling of difficult things and hard memories. I tackled a few hard things when I wrote my memoir earlier this year.
There was no sunshine and rainbows. I faced old lies and deep wounds. But!!!! God showed up as I wrote those hard things on paper. Line by line I learned I wasn’t ever alone. I saw how beautiful life had become. I heard the affirmation weaving it’s tale through my words. The story literally whispered in my heart and wrote the truer reality and where God was in the midst of those hard things.
It was almost as those I was His scribe. He spoke, and I recorded His words. The story – His side of everything – wrote itself. There were a several times I wrote in tears because I of God-truth piercing my preconceived notions. It turned those lost, gray, and difficult moments into grace.
I don’t know how God did it. And it’s okay if I don’t figure it all out or have it all together. What matters is I showed up to write it out. God did for me what I could in no way do for myself. He wrote the story – literally. I typed what I heard.
I didn’t hear condemnation.
I didn’t hear accusation.
I heard Father and Grace and Restoration and wholeness.
Writing can do that – be a vehicle of change. Let the writing take you on a journey of discovery. As you unfold the story, you may find a tapestry of beauty hidden among the ashes.
Grace upon grace I pray for you as you write the whisper in your soul.