Thursday, April 10, 2014

Back to writing.

“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if  there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.” 
― L.M. MontgomeryAnne of Green Gables

I've been thinking about coming back to writing. 
I consider myself a painter. 
A photographer. 
A mother and wife and daughter and friend, but certainly not a writer. 

I fumble over words constantly and forget what I was originally focusing on. See, right there. I sat for about 45 seconds too long, trying to remember what it was that I was going to say. 

No, I'm certainly not a writer. I do enjoy recording my thoughts and daydreams and brain doodles for me to look over in later years. I enjoy journaling. I enjoy sharing my heart. I don't know why that's so. Mostly, I want to write to remember. 

I want to look back on these hay days when I have three scrambly kids smooshing my cute husband and me out and away from each other in our big king-sized bed. I want to remember the milk spills and the laughter and, yes, even the tears. 

I want to remember Wesley's first baseball game and Spencer's first time to climb his favorite tree all by himself. I want to remember Eli's first day of school and all the kisses and grins and rays of sunlight in between. 

I want to remember Nate's special smile for only me. It's a great one. One that takes me to our happy place. I do love that scruffy man. 

And I want to remember Stormy girl, our faithful dog, who is getting on in years, but still runs for that frisbee and is hopeful for little hands to drop scraps of food from the dinner table.

Life moves fast. It is here and then it is gone. I know this for certain. The previous months have been difficult for my aching spirit. We've lost people we care about to beyond the veil. They are home while we remain here in the shadowlands. But through it all I see the sun rising gloriously with new hope for the day and true joy shining through the clouds. And I see how rich we are.

So I think I will get back to writing. Because I want to remember. And I want to give thanks.


  1. I feel the exact same way. To remember and give thanks. Love you!

  2. To remember. I love it. Even if I hadn't read some of your posts, visiting this page would have been nourishment for my much radiant, tender beauty. Much love to you, my friend.