WRITE where you walk

I’m positioned at a small, soot-colored, wooden desk that once belonged to my daughter, that I have since taken for my own. It sits positioned next to the cracked open window in a house my builder-husband didn’t build, but being here together, still feels like home.   It’s here where my hands gently lay on a keyboard, aromatherapy lingers, while I listen to the sounds of the birds outside, and occasionally glance at a quaking duck who begs my attention. Often dove come to the small, box-shaped, hanging feeder outside my window and they maneuver their long tail feathers to fit. (I feel their pain.)  For this moment, it’s a small, male cardinal that often lets me know he’s there, and right now is no different.  I love my writing window, and every home I have will offer a place to nestle in and string letters. Forever grateful for the little moments that God always provides.

Postured to write is often where my tension begins to melt and I finally let myself reconnect with the sounds and smells that allow stillness.  

What about you, does this resonate, and bring to mind a place, or a time, where you could be alone, or alone in Him long enough to allow Him to settle you? I hope it does.

Solitude (remoteness, isolation and seclusion) words that speak of being alone, but for now, alone means “alone in Him.” As a writer, I often have to shut the world out, close out the noise and nestle into the quietness to write and allow the words to flow.  That being said, I’ve written in some of the strangest, noisiest places, spoken into my phone, into the voice memo, videoed, you name it, just trying to get the words while they came, as nothing is more irritating and paralyzing for an Author than to have no words.  I’ve woken on many a morning wondering, questioning, around 5:00 a.m., that the words may never come.  The “what ifs” of what if I have no more words? What if I’m left with a white, blank page? I’m beyond thankful that God allows me to connect letters, and breaths.

Some mornings, I bring tension, anxiety and worries to the keyboard, as they linger on the tips of my fingers.  My heart heavy, and angst permeates my gut. These are the mornings, this one included, that I remind myself Who is in control, Who directs our paths, Who’s walked ahead, Who always protects and provides and sprinkles grace before our brain even signals our body to take a step. God doesn’t want my body to feel these sensations, as it means my faith has shifted and become unbalanced.  I ask myself, for the billionth time in my life, “What do you know?” and the answer is ALWAYS, God’s in control, He’s walked ahead, He’s directing our path, He’ll protect and provide, and every inch of us will feel His grace scattered amongst us, whether I’m steady-gaited or wandering. 

I committed to God, eleven years ago, to pay His grace forward through the stringing of words.  I’ll wake, spend quiet time in the wee mornings with the dogs, coffee and Jesus, and encourage!  The smallest amount of words can break or restore, Lord may it be the latter more often than the first.  Everyone has a story to tell and I love bringing you mine through the keyboard.  

Whether I sit, stand, laugh or cry, landscaped by pain, restored to beauty.  

You’re welcome here.