Writing...
Before drifting away in sleep last night, my mind scanned a flurry of topics I wanted to write about: home school. mothering. marriage, life, God ... I couldn't decide so I quickly prayed, "Lord, what am I really thankful for right now?" "Writing." The forming of letters. phrases. sentences. Ah, this is true. My soul is soothed by words. The words that proceed forth ... that are created from within. The process of thoughts right before the writing takes place. In this I find great peace, a soulful rest. I am "a bearer of speech." I bring speech forward through the penning of words. Writing is the way that I process. think. heal. It is the way that I express love. grieve. live. It is in this very basic act of forming letters, phrases and sentences . . . curves, that I give of myself. I give away my thoughts, my emotions, my heart. It is how I share my soul... th...