I blog because I love to write. I enjoy the artistry of words, the creative process of writing prose to the heartbeat of a poet.
One of my core beliefs is that the value of a life is measured by the contribution we make to community. This has given me a passion to contribute to my community, and mine is the world, I’m a child of all of it.
I’ve allowed insecurity and fear to prevent me contributing my talent to write. It may not be very good, but it’s the pursuit that gives me the greatest joy. I can write all night and welcome daylight refreshed.
I don’t have anything new to say.
This is the story I’ve told myself to come to rest with the neglect of my talent. But my rest is troubled by two of my other core beliefs. I believe there is a God, and I believe she gave me the joy of this talent for her own purpose which is always, and only, love.
I’ve learned from history that the pen has more power to do good than the sword has ability to do evil. I do not know the big picture. Perhaps what I have to say will be of no importance to anyone but me. But even so, I will still gain the satisfaction from acting on my trust in the supreme force of creation. It may well empower me to fulfill some other purpose of hers.
I may not see the big picture but I trust the artist’s ability to complete painting her portrait of love.
My promise this Christmas is from this moment to use the words she’s given me to strike the pose she wants for the work she’s creating.