Writing at times is a mystery. It’s something that captures the heart of your deepest thoughts, yet it can express years of our silence all at once. Those places that were to painful to speak of, to hurtful to let even a little sun shine on. Our human nature is to communicate, to let a least a few people into our secret world, the world of our thoughts and words from the heart. We see this in the Garden, God walked with Adam, not to get him to do something, just to simply talk, to hear him express his heart.
This is one of my passions, to write. There was a season of my life that God met me with great intamacy when I was writing out my joys, my prayers, my anger, my longing, my fears and my love for Him. So with this I will begin the journey of letting go of fear, fear of what people think of me, fear of being hurt again, fear of even being accepted. I think in part, when we write we are able to let go of things we have held on to for so long. We can write out things to God, things only He can see, things only He can heal. There is power in the written word.