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

Writing Standstill

I am working on a novel. Yes, I said it out loud. A little scary to actually commit it into writing. 🙂

But I have hit a roadblock in the plot. Not sure where the characters are going next and what should happen.

So….I haven’t been writing at all, which makes me feel like I am wasting precious time. We only have so many hours on this earth.

The more I think about it though…..isn’t that how we live life? We move ahead, living our lives, sometimes without a clear plan or path. That is why the Bible is so very precious to me….it gives me direction and a path to follow when I have no clue. And it gives the right direction and path, every time.

I am thinking I just need to start again….begin writing and see where it goes. There are always the cut and delete options. My poor characters have stayed still long enough.

Advice is always welcome from any of you readers who are writers…..how do you move past a standstill in your creative process?

Write well, live well, love well. Love, Lisa

The Beauty of a Dream

God is faithful, and He showed me that again this morning.  Joshua, my oldest son, is going to James Madison University this morning, and I had been feeling rather blue about him not being around as much.  Yes, I am so proud of him; yes, I am excited for him, and yes, I also know that we will still see him a lot.  Yet, I found myself sitting around looking at pictures like this one…and you know the end result of that.  :\

Joshua, age 7, on a ramble in Ireland.

Yesterday, I wrote this quote on J’s facebook wall:

“God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow in them.” – Anonymous

This morning, on my daily inspirational flip calendar, there was this:

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”  – Eleanor Roosevelt

Coincidence or God’s reassurance & plans for Joshua?  You know what I think.   Then I went outside to walk my sweet dog, and there were angel rays..those beautiful sun beams that shine through the lifting fog and kiss the ground.  And God knows that I love them.  It was like He was speaking very loudly to me of His love and care for me and our whole family.  So, to make a very long story shorter, I feel better…Joshua has exciting plans ahead, dreams to dream, and a purpose from God to fulfill.  And I get to watch it unfold.  How cool is that?  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

In the Mist

In the mist, there’s an island…

An island where there are flowers and rocks and life…

Within that life, there is love…

And in that love, there is Jesus.

 

Look through the mist of your life; sometimes things look very foggy and dim, but ahead there is love and life and Jesus.  Slainte, Lisa

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ‘Til It’s Gone…and then Back Again

We had a wonderful relaxing beach vacation last week.  A mix of sun, clouds and rain, just like I like it.  The clouds and the rain give me a “break”…a good excuse to curl up on the sofa with a book and stop going so fast.  Anyway, on our last day on the beach, my dear husband informed me that the trusty umbrella, our protector from the harsh sun’s rays, the umbrella that I am always in charge of carrying (since he is carrying everything else) did not make it home the day before.  Which meant that I had LEFT it, the poor little defenseless umbrella was left to the ravages of the ocean’s waves all night alone.  We scoured the beach house, the dunes, the decks, the stairs in vain…no umbrella.  Meanwhile, I am feeling low and pitiful for myself…not only did I forget the only thing I was in charge of, but the sun was beating down unmercifully and I could practically feel myself burning despite my sunblock.   As I sat in the beach chair, I sent my daughter on one last “scouting” expedition down the beach to see if she saw it.  And lo and behold, there it was…lying in the sand incognito.  We reclaimed/asked the nice man whom it was sitting with if he had found it, and Presto!  He gladly gave it back to us.

I have never been so happy to be sitting under an umbrella.  Which goes to illustrate the song lyric, “You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.”  Of course, as things go, it was cloudy and pouring rain within the hour, but those few minutes were precious!    Here is a picture of our lovely umbrella, in the rain of course, back at the beach house.  This time I was extra careful to bring him home.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

The Outer Banks