Throughout the last several years I have been journaling, both in pages on my computer and with ink and pen on bedside paper. (I’m up to something like 15,000 words typed, yikes.) Both bring me peace and clarity and help me sort things through, amidst the hustled chaos and feelings. Both are good. I have always loved writing, since I was a kid. It has always been the way that I can express myself best, hiding behind the page but free to let my fingers and brain express without confrontation.
I guess I have planned, or maybe always wished, that I could share my story after I finished it. You know, after I have reached success and climbed the top of the mountain, then I could post boldly of my accomplishments and good doings.
I am now believing more than ever that this journey is my story. A story walks through all the edges and corners. It travels through sunshine and thunderstorms, bringing imagines raw as the people or characters become who they are meant to be, all within their own chapters and paragraphs of life.
I have felt lead to share more for quite a long time now. I’ll admit, a part bigger than the sum of me is completely terrified of sharing. Why would I want to talk about my struggles? Why would I want to admit my shortcomings and my failures? Well, I don’t. But — and this is the biggest ‘but’ you’ll ever hear because it’s the most important thing about all this – But, God does. I believe this is where I am called to share my voice. I do believe I am called to do this, right now in this moment on this webpage.
On a piece of wood laid flat along the boards of this crib, the one who held my babies to sleep for their first years of life, is now a new home to my computer. A space where I will come and share my days and all the corners, because I believe that’s what bring people closer. I believe that’s what connects people and in turn helps and inspires people.
And I have to believe that sharing stories with people has to help make the world go round.