I’ve struggled for a long time to define exactly why it is I do what I do: why I write, why I create, why I read. Well meaning onlookers have sometimes asked if there was better uses for my much harried time. I assayed to answer them: if you cut my veins, words and images would pour out, not blood. I couldn’t explain this, and for a while, it troubled me. I felt strange, especially in my younger years. Over time, I’ve come to accept this part of myself, and do my best to nurture it. It’s why I blog. It’s why I scrapbook when I get the chance.
Imagine my joy when I read this in the flyleaf of “The Rest of God: Restoring Your Soul by Restoring Sabbath” by Mark Buchannan. He encapsulates the reason for writing and creating so very well.
These verses define what I’m about, as both a writer and a speaker; the ministry of reminding- of restating truths we already know. I do this always, and I will do it as long as I am around, so that even after I’ve departed, the memory of truth will live on. I hope what I write is fresh, but there is nothing original. It’s all just a reminder.
That’s why I do what I do…to remember.
And sometimes in writing, we relearn or rehear something that God is trying to say. And as we share it with others the same thing happens.