Just Write

 I fear that I am the kind of person who doesn't always finish things. I am very stubborn.  I find that I can be very capable, but I can be inconsistent.  I, like many other humans, tend to overthink things.  I have a value for words, and I believe that there is a power in the ability to communicate and communicate well.  The person who has a silver tongue is a person with a truly valuable skill.

I had to look into the mirror recently and I had to call myself a name I am not sure that I have earned.  I had to call myself... a storyteller.  I am a storyteller teacher.  I have lived stories and I have heard stories.  I believe in the power of stories so to call myself a storyteller is a self-possessed title I am not sure that I am worthy of.  After all the history of the world began with the noble title of storyteller. 

And so... when I have the keyboard and the blank page before me, it is with trepidation that I start typing.  There are days when I wonder when the words will come from and then they appear as if from the sky.  There are words that when I read them back, I wonder if it was me or if I'm just a conduit.  Honestly, sometimes it is when I'm not even trying that I find that it is easier to write.  Either way, I am convincing myself to stop being in my own head and just write.  Am I worthy?  I tell you clearly that I am not but write I must anyway.  It is with thankfulness that I hear the melody that is my fingers hitting the keys.  It is with the most grateful heart that I write that which is written in my head, on my heart.  Maybe being worthy doesn't come into it at all.  Maybe this writing business has more to do with listening to the Creator of all things and being a mirror image of Him by writing.  I am but an instrument.  I then should be the instrument.  I mean, a piano has no problem being a piano.  It stands waiting for the music to pour forth through it.  Likewise, as an instrument, I will wait until the artistry of God pours forth through me in my very human hands.  

So then, not to write would be in this instance, an act of disobedience and a waste of potential which is such a horrendous sin.  Imagine the singer that does not sing because they are shy, and he or she denies the world of its brilliant voice because of his or her self-consciousness.  Is this an act of ego that holds someone back from doing something good and noble?  There is every possibility that this is all in my head and if it is then I am just a mad woman writing about nothing.  Either way, my writing, does no harm.  And so, I will do what I am called to do, and I will continue to just write.  Either way, praise the Lord!