There are times when I could write and write and go on writing without really saying much. There are time I want to write a blog post but restrain myself because there is no real inspiration, no topic I am eager to discuss, I just want to write. Writing has always been an outlet for me, there was one point in my life where I seriously considered becoming a writer and publishing books of my own. Although I was also planning to write fictional books, I still had a story to tell made up in my little noggin, waiting to be either acted out in "play pretend" or written down.
Through time, poetry became the way I used my writing outlet. I could write how I wanted outside of school, no need for things like pentameters and how many syllables one line had. I could freely let my mind connect with my hand and the words would flow out and by the end of it I could sigh relief.
In the end no one could tell,
This little girl had written down
All her anger, happiness, and strife.
When she laid down the pen
She made much sense of this thing called life.
Much of the time now when I write as you, my lovely reader, have observed, is about God and how he is blessing me, teaching me, or just moving in my life. He has given me a will to write, he has shown me where to put my energy if there is something upsetting my mind, it's like a key to the floodgates; so simple, yet withholds enormous results.
What (positive) outlet has God blessed you with so that you might honor him? What emotions stir when you use it in the right ways? Do you ever just thank him for this gift of release? Isn't it a beautiful thing that the Creator knew that we would need these things thus creating in us the need to express ourselves in these ways? He is a God of expression, and he is very creative in expressing himself through different avenues, it's no wonder we are all so different in our abilities to express, our Image of God shines through.
All to God
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