Saturday, April 21, 2018

I count myself as one of the number of those who learn as they write and write as they learn.

John Piper, Think: The Life of the Mind and the Love of God

I spend some time free writing in my journal, starting with a question: What if I release . . . ? And something I’ve held on to for a long time appears naturally on the page.

I continue to tap out questions as they come to mind; answers fall gently on the page after them. What if I allow myself . . . ? What if I spent less time . . . ? What if I took more time to . . . ?

When I come to what seems to be the end, I pause. I go back and read over my rambling and find an unintended theme.

What if I let go of my self  and, instead, lean into and on my Creator?

I write a prayer. I set an intention.

And it is well.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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