Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I love to write.
It's almost like a necessity for me.
Hmmm . . . I could probably take out the words almost and like in that sentence.
Writing is part of who I am.
I enjoy different types of writing. I like to write for different audiences and purposes.
I've always been a journaler. Nowadays, I save journaling for trips, events, and big thoughts I need to sort through. Favorite journaling memories are camping trips, my trips to El Salvador and Costa Rica and when I first became a mom.
I started keeping a daily diary in 2002. I'd keep one off and on before that, but I wasn't consistent until 2002. Just think -- I have every day recorded for over ten years. Huh.
These days, I write in five diaries every night. That is ridiculous. But the idea came from a friend and I couldn't pass it up. She has index cards, one for every day of the year. On each card, she writes the year and a word or phrase to tell about the day. As the years pass, there will eventually be 12-15 years worth on each card. Such a cool idea! (Check it out here!) But I was too lazy to make all those index cards. So I bought little diaries instead. And I couldn't hold myself back to one word or phrase. So there's usually a sentence or two. And, of course, I couldn't just keep one about my day. I wanted to keep one about each of my three kids' day. So one for me, one for each of them, plus my regular diary for a grand total of five. I'd like to try and discipline myself to the one word or phrase exercise. But that would mean keeping six diaries at night. And I just can't see myself squeezing it in. (but I also wouldn't put it past me.) I'm hilarious.
Sidenote: Dash calls his diary his "diarrhea" It is the cutest thing. "Mommy, I want to write in my diarrhea." Ok baby, you can.
And then blogging! Oh, I just love it. What a fabulous medium! I love the style, the feel, the design, the opportunity to add pictures and photos and links and such. I love writing for an audience of people I know and people I don't know . . . for people in the neighborhood and people across the world. It is serious fun. It's quite different from a journal or diary, whose only audience is an older version of yourself -- or perhaps grown children or grandchildren or greats . . . those close to you who may someday pick it up and read it. (hopefully long after it's written . . .) Or who may throw it away.
Then there's poetry. Poems usually pour out in times of grief or longing -- hopefulness and joy. I've written quite a few in the days after loved ones have passed away. However, I don't really write poems, so much as I catch them . . . words and images flood my heart until they spill out onto the page. It is a humbling and honored experience.
Sermons are humbling and honored experiences too. Crafting a sermon is a mixture of divine listening and radiant storytelling. It's hard to actually write a sermon down. I think it loses something. It has to be more of a conversation than a term paper . . . more spinning a tale than reading some words . . . it has to come deep from . . . somewhere . . . God's own hand, perhaps? His whisper? It is an exhausting yet beautiful privilege to preach a sermon. I am no expert -- I have no actual training -- but I do enjoy the process . . . and I love that moment -- that moment when you pour yourself out and you can see the Holy Spirit bobbing and weaving through the faces of those listening. Remarkable.
It is a gift and a joy to write -- and to share -- with others.
It is a gift to share a piece of myself with you.