Writing Anyway

Our power is going on and off.  The internet is down, again.  Living in the country is wonderful, but not so wonderful for the latest and greatest technology. 

Anyway, I wasn’t going to write.  No wordpress.com available, little laptop battery left, yada, yada, yada.  I am thinking about writers before the dawn of the computer.  Pen, paper, and sometimes, quill, parchment, candlelight.  Or even before that, stone and chisel.  Torches. 

The urge to write, to create, to express ideas is strong in writers.  Or at least it should be.  God has created us in His image, and He is the ultimate Creator, the ultimate Writer.  Nothing stops Him. 😊

So I am writing this on my low battery, and giving myself an inner lecture.  Because I can write anytime, and I don’t need a fancy laptop and high-speed internet to do it.  Even if no one reads it, it is cathartic, it is satisfying, it stimulates a good productive part of my brain that needs to be away from the infernal internet. 

Maybe you will read this on the blog today, and maybe not.  But either way, I wrote.  And if the battery dies, I will find a nice pad of paper and my favorite pen.  I just hope I don’t have to find a chisel.  Lol

Lisa

Postscript – As you can see, the internet came back for now. So the blog is posted. But this has given me much food for thought…..do I write for others, or for the joy of writing, or for God? Maybe for all mentionned? How do I feel after I write? How would all of us do if internet and electricity were down long term? Wow…..can opened, worms everywhere….(thank you, Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S)

The Real Me

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How many of you can relate?

Scene 1: Early Morning. Lisa arises, feels new, refreshed, ready to tackle the day. She blogs about rising above the storm clouds, about dealing well with the “it is” in her life. Feeling good.

Scene 2: Late afternoon. Lisa is half crying and half mad. Things have gone from bad to worse with little and big irritations, changes, stresses, people being people. Husband laughingly, lovingly, asks where the “it is” girl has gone. She feels a headache beginning.

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” – Lamentations 3:22-23

We are human. Life happens. People keep on being people, and none of us are perfect for sure.

Is the real me the one who blogs in the morning? Or the frustrated headachy one in the afternoon? The real me is both of these creatures. God has created us with a myriad of colorful, wonderful and sometimes exhausting emotions.

Verses like the one above bring me great joy and peace. He knows me. He loves me. He gives me new compassion every morning. He will remain faithful to me no matter what.

Thank goodness.

Love, Lisa

The Freedom to Write When You Have Nothing to Say

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First of all….this is not a political post.

Secondly….nothing is something.

It has been many, many weeks since I have written in this poor neglected blog. I could give you an absurdly long list of reasons why, but I will spare you the excuses. Mostly, it was because of one big reason.

I felt I had nothing to say.

Nothing new, nothing of interest, nothing that would not offend someone, nothing that would fix the problems, nothing that encouraged.

But God opened up the thought to me this morning that nothing is still something. We all have something to say that is worthwhile, meaningful, helpful….even if it has been said a thousand times before. Because we are all individuals, going through this life in our own way. The lens of how we see life makes what we see, and say, and write, different yet helpfully the same.

My encouragement to any of you reading this? Your nothing is not nothing. It is something. Something very precious to God. Keep speaking, keep writing, keep hoping.

Love, Lisa

Express or Impress?

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As a recovering lifelong people pleaser, I have always had a great need to impress others. I attempted to gain approval and love and attention by means of good behavior or well-played music or a good grade. One of the great freedoms and releases of my life was after becoming a born-again Christian. I realized that Jesus loves me unconditionally, not based on what I have done or not done. He loves me simply because I am His.

Now that I am writing more, I find myself grappling with my old struggle with pleasing. Or to phrase it differently, impressing. Impressing my blog readers with a clever or especially inspirational blog. Impressing some future publisher with the novel that I’m working on currently. Impressing my family with how hard I’m working on my writing. On and on and on.

Any form of art, whether it be writing, music, drama, dance, etc., requires honesty, truth, and expression. Expressing the truth of what I’m thinking and feeling is sometimes difficult. What will my family and friends think? What will my fellow church members think of this character? What will the readers think when I leave my normal pattern to explore a different line of expression? And then, as soon as these dangerous questions arise, you are stuck. Paralyzed. Trapped in the sad and useless web of people pleasing.

Expression or impression? I am striving, with God’s help, for more of the former. Because we all struggle with the same struggles, more or less. My weaknesses, struggles, honesty, and truths are undoubtedly someone else’s also. No one is encouraged by a perfect person with no foibles. I am the most encouraged by seeing a person who struggles, falls sometimes, but by the grace of God, gets back up again and keeps going.

I want to write to express what is churning inside me. Words and thoughts and feelings.

Write your life well and true, fellow artists. Love, Lisa

Voice

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As a writer, I have two voices. The one that is my best or aspirational self, the one that tries to encourage and uplift. But I also have another writing voice. My brutally honest, venting, cathartic voice, that doesn’t hide the difficulties of life. Outside of this blog, this is the one I have been needing to use lately in my writing.

I have been struggling to write, because these two voices are fighting. Trying to find my real voice, while not being a Debbie Downer, is a challenge. Because writing, or art, or music, is nothing if it is not honest. But all of us, including me, need to be encouraged and lifted up with words, not dragged down.

Where is the truth and honesty and cohesiveness in all this? I think by acknowledging that we are complex creatures created by God to have many different emotions. Happy, sad, confused, excited, angry, hopeful, distant, loving. We have good days, bad days.

So here it is today….just words that are grasping for honesty. Words that are saying that I don’t know all the answers to anything, but I know the God who does. Words that are attempting to lift up someone else who is struggling to stay positive during all this mess, just by stating something that maybe they are feeling.

Truth. Honesty. There is beauty in that, even if it is hard beauty.

Love, Lisa