Seasons come, and seasons go. No, I'm not going to get philosophical...meh...
I once was in a season of writing. I had hopes to write an historical novel, I wrote in a journal almost every day, I updated statuses and "notes" frequently on FB, and I even started a blog and hoped to write in it whenever I had witty thoughts or deep, dramatic revelations. Shortly after I started said blog, however, my steam ran out.
I stopped writing in my journal about the time that I said goodbye to a relationship with an amazing man. Yes, I was a jerk and utterly stupid. BUT, thanks be to God, who works all things for good to those who love Him and who are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28), HE did not let me say goodbye to that amazing man forever. Blah blah blah, I'm now married to him. (HAAAAAALELUJAH!) But anyway, I stopped writing in my journal because every single entry was a cry from my innermost bowels of EMOTION that got no where and gave me nothing. I would write and write and write during one wave of drama, and then the next week I would read back over my entries to try to "see something" in myself that might help me through the current wave of drama. Basically, I didn't think I loved this man. But then I thought I MUST love him. So instead of putting aside my own feelings, sitting still, being quieting, and seeking the counsel of the One who created me...I was trying to analyze myself.
So I stopped writing in my journal. It wasn't healthy.
Blogs on the other hand, are probably just fine. ;) But the culprit in THIS drama was busyness. I got ENGAGED to the amazing man, I planned a wedding to him, and then I married him and began being married to him. On top of working lots and living in my own house for the first time.
Long story short, I haven't written in a long time and I want to. I want to do many things that have been put on hold since January of 2012, and with the Lord's help and if He wills it, I will do them. But one thing my mom always says...this is a Season. This is a season of no time for exercise, no fuel for creativity, and very little contact with human beings outside of husband, family, and work. But here I am. :) We'll see how things go. MERRY CHRISTMASTIME!
Amy
I once was in a season of writing. I had hopes to write an historical novel, I wrote in a journal almost every day, I updated statuses and "notes" frequently on FB, and I even started a blog and hoped to write in it whenever I had witty thoughts or deep, dramatic revelations. Shortly after I started said blog, however, my steam ran out.
I stopped writing in my journal about the time that I said goodbye to a relationship with an amazing man. Yes, I was a jerk and utterly stupid. BUT, thanks be to God, who works all things for good to those who love Him and who are called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28), HE did not let me say goodbye to that amazing man forever. Blah blah blah, I'm now married to him. (HAAAAAALELUJAH!) But anyway, I stopped writing in my journal because every single entry was a cry from my innermost bowels of EMOTION that got no where and gave me nothing. I would write and write and write during one wave of drama, and then the next week I would read back over my entries to try to "see something" in myself that might help me through the current wave of drama. Basically, I didn't think I loved this man. But then I thought I MUST love him. So instead of putting aside my own feelings, sitting still, being quieting, and seeking the counsel of the One who created me...I was trying to analyze myself.
So I stopped writing in my journal. It wasn't healthy.
Blogs on the other hand, are probably just fine. ;) But the culprit in THIS drama was busyness. I got ENGAGED to the amazing man, I planned a wedding to him, and then I married him and began being married to him. On top of working lots and living in my own house for the first time.
Long story short, I haven't written in a long time and I want to. I want to do many things that have been put on hold since January of 2012, and with the Lord's help and if He wills it, I will do them. But one thing my mom always says...this is a Season. This is a season of no time for exercise, no fuel for creativity, and very little contact with human beings outside of husband, family, and work. But here I am. :) We'll see how things go. MERRY CHRISTMASTIME!
Amy
