Today, I invite you to tell the real-talk truth about imperfection. My offering is a poem. What truth of imperfection is rising up in you? What have you learned about being imperfect? I’ve learned I don’t have to be always perfect. God is doing a good work in me, work that I cannot even begin to do. He is faithful. And His work is perfectly good.
What does one do when her career world falls to pieces and all that’s left is uncertainty? I had lost a job and needed a creative outlet. I chose to journal and write about my experience. The one thing I remember is thinking while unemployed, I want to be in a writing community. I had never been in one. I didn’t even know if it would be the right thing for me to do. I only knew I wanted to be among a community of writers.
After all, what else was I going to do with all the time I have been “gifted,” aside from job searching and networking? I took a chance on diving into writing community with a course called Story 101 (affiliate link). My creative life hasn’t been that same since, and it’s one of the best investments I have made.
Welcome to Real Talk Tuesday. This time next week I will have same name where you found me before, but the site will be self-hosted, and I hope to see you there. I’m so glad you’re with us this week. I’m so glad we’re on this journey together. It’s Real Talk Tuesday time. This week we’re talking about “entering in.”
Come share you stories, art, art journals, songs, poems, articles, nonfiction, and fiction. We want to hear your voice. Continue reading
So I’m writing a book, a second memoir of sorts. It’s been an interesting process and also emotionally exhausting. I’ve rediscovered and also uncovered new things about life, faith, and pressing in to life. None of the writing has been easy, but I think it has been worth it to dig in to the whole truth hidden behind doors. Of course, writing memoir can take a lot of a person. Be gentle with yourself. Sometimes you come to the page blank. Words won’t come. You’re staring at a blank screen. Nothing is making sense. I had that moment the other day.
Sure I could have quit, closed shop, threw in the towel, or give n up. But, I didn’t. Instead I chose to step away from the writing. I chose to be gentle with myself. In my writing process, I often find reprieve by walking; so I went for a walk. My heart and mind needed to declutter. Be gentle with yourself. Down a hill and up another, gaining speed, I walked. When I got near the end of my walk I realized there was another kind of writing I had neglected. Songwriting.
The memory of who I am and what I am meant to do rose up again, calling me to return. I trudged up the final hill home, blinking back tears because I knew these words holding tension in my heart were true. Be gentle with yourself. I got home and did not return to the book. Instead, I took out my guitar, tuned the strings, and began to play. Here is the result of that time well spent: the first lines of a song (I haven’t written one in over 5 months, and that’s too long for me).
I haven’t stepped here for so long
In the quiet place
Filling space and time with busyness
I’m out of grace
Still you are here
Still you are calling
Hush now be still
You whisper all my fears away
Here in the sacred place
Beloved, what is He calling you to remember? How has He been whispering to you? Has He been calling you home to “be”-ing and not doing? Remember whose you are. Remember the grace given you. Remember:
Be gentle with yourself. For me that gentleness comes from the stillness of moments where I can ponder God and His presence. What does it look like for you? Whatever you’re bulldozing through, where do you need to pause or change course.
I leave you with this:: Be gentle with yourself.
You can listen to a rough cut of the song on Soundcloud.
Crying, Crying out
Here, I am in distress
There is no solace
My eyes grow weary
I cannot find comfort.
Too troubled to speak
I lie upon this bed, weeping.
Will I always be rejected?
Where is His unfailing love?
Has mercy fled my life?
Oh! I must make appeal
Heart, you must remember!
Soul, recall the mighty deeds.
There is none greater than God.
He has not forgotten.
Yes! Mind and soul humbly reflect. Continue reading