And I'm so far from being ready to be here tonight! So far from having this small, yet massive writing project come to an end. I'm experiencing loss and grief, this task has become a faithful companion to my days of 28.
And then there's this other part of me that is so relieved that tomorrow I don't have to make time to write. Or experience the "trauma" of posting my soul for all to read. On that note I think I'm starting a new adventure: A painting a week for 29.
I'm not sure what I expected when I set out on this writing craze. I don't feel like a better writer, I don't feel closer to God, or that I have more of life figured out. But what I did learn is the importance of making holy creativity a priority. Many of my most tranquil, restful, life-giving moments of the year can be found in connection with the quiet inner creative vomit. I found a stillness, a healing, a reconciliation that seems beyond words.
My prayer tonight:
Lord bless me,
and the words that have been written.
Lord be with me,
and the places I will go.
Lord care for me,
in your direction I will sow.
In the name of the Father,
the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
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