When I grow up, I want to be a writer.
I think about writing… no, I fantasize about writing. I read about writing. I pin about writing… oh, I have such wonderful pins about writing! But, I don’t spend nearly enough time WRITING!
I pray that God bless my writing, and I hear him tell me… “Well, ‘ya better write something then!”
The reason I write so little, when I want to write so much, is partly because I lack the time. This by itself is a lame excuse. Another reason is the internal war that wages with my confidence.
Last week, I received a letter from my grandma. A letter on the most magnificent paper I’ve ever seen. The magnificence of the paper though, faded in comparison to what she wrote.
In a style all her own, she made it clear that she’d read every one of my blog posts. She related in unique ways… (Raisin bread incident in the sound 🙂 ) and I could really tell that she READ my posts.
Finally, she wrote, “If any encouragement is needed for you to make this [writing] your life’s work, just come see me”
Thank you Grandma. I bask in the encouragement this letter has given me. My soul is soaking it up. My inspiration is flared.
I don’t know where my writing will take me and sometimes I don’t even know what the point of it all is. I get down, uninspired, and just downright tired. But I have things to say. I enjoy writing. That’s what counts. I just need to make it happen, and encouragement like this definitely pushes me along…
Until we meet again…
Thank YOU for the comment… and thank you for your amazing support of my endeavors. Life wouldn’t be what it is today without you.