Yearning to Write

I've been reading a lot the last couple of years, reading for pleasure. More than I have, maybe ever? I've been reading stacks of books, tomes even, and one effect, perhaps is a growing yearning to write. I've been journaling more frequently in the morning, inspired to let my mind be unburdened by the chronicling of the mundane, allowing worries and whirling thoughts to find rest on the written page.

But something in me wants to write more, like I used to write here. Write to process and find articulation for my thoughts, my experiences, my life. Writing to think carefully about issues I care about. I've wondered if I had a "thing" I wrote about, what would it be? Mothering, relationships, counseling, doing ministry, spiritual formation in various contexts, the lessons I am learning in my journey with Jesus, what it looks like to pursue holistic health, suffering with hope, etc. But when I try to start, I don't know where to begin. In the past, sometimes a line will come to me, and I'll have to get it out of my head onto the page, and from there I'm off. I'm held back by the fear of doing it wrong. Or of attempting to say something other people could say better than me. I don't feel that I have the answers to anything. But yet I know you just have to start. I have to write for me.

Topics/prompts:

-record the day's highs and lows, what was savored and what was survived

-what I'm particularly grateful for in this season 

-what God seems to be working in my heart in this season

-my changing perspective on faith formation in the family and how rituals and traditions can weave the tapestry of your family's shared values and culture

-how I see God at work in my sufferings and limitations 

-a record of savored beauties, majestic and small