I caught a re-run of an interview with that other farmer’s wife:
“My husband says that when I don’t write, I’m very restless.”
I recognized myself in those words and had to write them down.
Restless. When I can’t put my words to paper.
Stressed. When the thoughts want so badly to bubble over into words.
I’d heard her speak of waiting with open screen and ready fingers before the Lord, ready to write what He gave her.
But I’ve seen it more in my own life lately.
The way the Five-Minute Friday word prompts me to write out things He’s convicting me of in my own life.
The way I can remember the lessons He teaches me through writing them down.
And so, after a restless morning, I finally sit down at the computer to write.
I “pound out” these words and realize anew that when I write, I feel His pleasure.
When I write, He speaks to me.
I need to find them again, somehow—those “fringe hours” in which to write.
I need to bring the “creating” above the “engaging” on the computer priority list.
I just need to write.
{linking up with “just write”}