Words Flow Words Blocked- Day 19

Words.

Last week they gushed forth.

As if a trap door in a deep well was opened. Flowing with force. Flowing with purpose.

Hardly able to contain their excitement at being released. They had stories of sorrow and pain. But in being released into the stream of living water, the daylight shown another side. The stories were also named joy and redemption.

Words.

This week they feel dried up.

Present beneath the surface. But saying they aren’t ready to be shared. And the ones that are shared occur outside of me. Detached.

All week I’ve wondered why.

Today I have a few glimpses. Not answers. But speculations. Last week I shared the part of my journey that has marked my soul. That has made me, me. And in the wake of it, this is what my mind has said:

  • I wonder if I have words left to say. Like a runner who has finished a marathon- do they run the next day? (Maybe I shouldn’t use running metaphors since I don’t know what I’m talking about!)
  • I began blogging about three months ago. The post I wrote last week, Leaves of Redemption, was read more, a lot more than anything I’ve written. I became afraid that any other words would not match what anyone wants to read.
  • Everything I began to write was flowing through this grid. Carefully measured.

 

And when I’ve let his voice into my thoughts, this is what He has said:

  • Remember what I learned in  Confessions of a New Blogger? That stats pull me away from what God has called me to. I want to write above all to an audience of one. And for him to direct who he wants to read it.
  • I must live and then write. My writing does not drive my living.
  • Stay close to Him.  Will I Go to Bed at 10?
  • I’ve been writing about seasons. This week about Sabbath. After a week of vulnerability, maybe his intent was for me to experience Sabbath. Not just talk about it. But purposed to change me.

 

Writing is a process. An unveiling.

I’m learning what he is unveiling in me. Where my tears flow. Where my heart beats. Where I say amen, this is what he has placed in me to share.

Thank you for journeying when the waters flow and when they are plugged. And for helping me mingle the streams, seeing it’s all part of life. With Him as the source.

I’m participating with The Nester in 31 Days of Noticing Fall. This is Day 19.

You can find all 31 Dayers here. There are so many wonderful topics.

If you missed any days in the series, you can find my posts here.

 

 

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Comments

  1. “Writing is an unveiling”– yes! I’ve never been quite able to find the right word… unveiling seems just right. I see it in the way I write, the way I begin to type something God planted in my heart and there is usually at least one thing that comes out of it that I’m like “That’s really good. That is too good to be me. God?! Wow!” (<—and please don't hear any pride in that, I so don't mean it that way.) God unveiling his truth thru my words.
    I've been doing this for a little over a year and I feel am being unveiled… the things that matter most to me, the unique lens God gave me thru which I view the world, the voice I have…
    Also, I have noticed my fears get unveiled. Like how I SO worry what people will think and probably obsess a little too much about traffic and how to get it.
    Okay… I think I am rambling. Sorry. But I do want you to know I loved reading this Melanie 🙂

  2. Indeed – an unveiling.
    My words are often incredibly measured and don’t come easily. Waiting for them to be perfect often keeps everything bottled inside.

    Thanks for sharing!

    🙂

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