i write because it sometimes feels as though my story isn’t real until it is told.

i write because it helps me process what i don’t even realize i’m feeling.

i write because it’s often all i have to give.

I’ll keep writing words until I am rejoined to the Word because this is the way I meet the Spirit of God, and this is the way I untangle all the knotted lines of my life and the days shape themselves into letters and He shows me the meaning… and this is really why:

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2010/02/do-not-let-anything-keep-you.html

Thank you, Lisa-Jo, for asking me to pause… and really think why.

His Beauty and my awe drives me to it…

I am so glad you write…

All’s grace,
Ann

I write because…sometimes, in the midst of hell or happiness, there is nothing like someone reading your heart and saying “I know exactly what you mean”.

You know, those days when the Hubby is gone from 5 a.m. to 8 p.m. working like a mad man, coming home just in time to eat and then fall into bed completely exhausted.

The days your Mom is so busy taking care of your elderly grandparents that she doesn’t have a minute to breathe for herself, let alone engage in conversation.

The days your close friends are busy with their own lives.

The days your toddler is teething.

I find myself writing on those days. Sometimes in a blog, sometimes in a journal, often in the form of prayer, and I’ll admit it, sometimes to the air in front of my face.

~ sophomore year gospel choir – that’s where I learned that song the first time!