I’ve been thinking a lot lately.
I don’t know why I always feel like I need to announce that, since: a. It’s obvious that if I am writing, I was thinking. b. I always think a lot…
Anyway. (Isn’t anyway a nice clear your mind and get on with it word?)
So I’ve been thinking about writing.
Which would probably explain the fact that I am posting on my writing blog, or at least attempting to. My brain is rather fried, due to lack of sleep, painting for a few hours, and being slightly ill. Otherwise, it’s just a good excuse to not make sense. 😀
I’ve been thinking about me writing, specifically. I haven’t been doing much of it, at least not in public. Mostly, because I’ve been busy. But… I’ve also been sort of avoiding it. Why, I’m not quite sure.
But a thought occurred to me recently: I can write.
And if you can do something, shouldn’t you be doing it for God’s glory?
And if you have something to say that would glorify God, shouldn’t you say it?
And if people are encouraged and blessed and changed by the things God’s teaching you, shouldn’t you write them down for more people to read?
So… I’m back. ish. I’m working “full time” (forty hours ish) at my dad’s tile store, and I still have those seven awesome younger siblings and I still have a Bright Lights group and.. yeah. My life is full.
Not too full, however, to make use of a gift God’s given me. So I hereby and henceforth (That’s fun to say, isn’t it?) give permission to whoever reads this and actually cares a bit to poke me if I don’t write.
Other than writing, I’ve been thinking about flowers.
Yep, flowers. I like flowers. A lot.
They are beautiful… but more than that, they teach me about God.
A God who cares about tiny details.
A God who loves beauty… who is beautiful Himself.
A God who is incredibly creative…
A God who blesses us…
A God who loves us and rejoices over us.
This God, I love.