Friday, June 26, 2015

A lil' writing about writing.

Two posts in one day. I don't even know who I am anymore. It might be because I have been in bed all day feeling under the weather. Or maybe I am just avoiding math.

I'd say the latter.

Words come so easily to some people. It makes me sick. I take hours to write even a birthday card, let alone a blog post. I expect perfectionism in my most personal journals. Am I pressured to write beautifully for others? Do I feel the need to write super long, life-changing truths stringed into paragraphs to impress?

The answer is yes, I'm afraid to say.

I keep asking people how I can become a better writer. They almost always say something along the lines of, "Never stop writing. Don't overthink it. Don't edit anything. Just read and write."

Yeah. Easier said than done. But I'm working on it.

Spirit, be the guide for my writing, no matter what anyone else's opinions are, because I know it is what you want me to do:

"Write therefore the things that you have seen, those that are and those that are to take place…" (Revelation. 1:19)

Do it again.

I'm social media fasting for a couple of days. Blogging doesn't count, does it? I don't know.

Because, this quote– I can't avert it:

"Because children have abounding vitality, 
because they are in spirit fierce and free, 
therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. 
They always say, “Do it again”; 
and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. 
For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. 
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. 
It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; 
and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. 
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; 
it may be that God makes every daisy separately, 
but has never got tired of making them. 
It may be that he has the eternal appetite of infancy; 
for we have sinned and grown old, 
and our Father is younger than we."
~G.K. Chesterton from Orthodoxy


Could it be that our omnipotent, alpha-and-omega God is younger in spirit than anyone? Is this what He means when He tells us to have childlike faith? To find purpose in the old & repeated? 


Perhaps, instead of praying for new & miraculous things to happen all the time so our faith won't bore, we should be asking for a renewed faith to see the miraculous in what is already happening. This is exulting in the monotony. 

I need to remember this on the mundane days. Would God have created them just for the heck of it? I'm not so convinced. I think those days are just as much a partaker in the big story as anything else. I believe, when you take a magnifying glass and observe closely, they aren't really mundane at all. 

Maybe it's not life that has become dull, but our own selves.