I’ve long felt afraid to share my writing - real writing, like a poem or story. Even what I share here is always a bit scary for me, but I console myself with the fact that very few people read it.
The thing with writing is that it’s a very private
hobby. Musicians give concerts, artists have shows, writers… well, people read
their words in private. And writing is done in private. Someone can
write all their lives, and no one could know.
I know a guy who writes and records his own music.
Every couple years, he comes out with a new album and gives us a copy. He’s not
out to make money. (To be honest, he probably couldn’t if he tried.) I admire
him for doing it. He enjoys it, and
that’s why he does it. He has something to share, and he shares it.
When I think of all the writers that have influenced
me, I am so grateful to them. What if they had chosen not to write, because
they felt like they weren’t good at writing? What if they hadn’t shared because
they didn’t think it was “good”?
I’m not saying I’m going to make a huge impact on
the world - or even one person. What I am saying is, who am I to know? What if
God will use me? What if He chooses
to transform my unworthy words to help someone else? And I’m also saying, I
enjoy writing and I have things to share. So good or bad - I’m sharing!
So much has been going on in my heart and my head
this year. I’m trying to get it organized in words so I can share some things
with you all here. As much as I don’t understand why, I have such a desire to
share. I pray God is using me; I feel I am obeying Him. Thank you for accepting
my blundering offerings!
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