It's been too long. I have slipped from my writing. Life has been interesting these past few weeks and months. I headed home after leaving my position as a youth pastor in Holland. I love my family very much. And it was a welcome reprieve from things going on at the church. Although not easy to live at home after living on your own for two years, I have managed. It's been fun reestablishing some bonds with my two younger sisters. We have a lot of laughs. And I've had opportunities for some good discussions with my parents. Again, a welcome after some of the stresses I endured at the church. Just having people around is a huge welcome. Because the loneliness in Holland became unbearable. I felt like a lone traffic light in a deserted rural town. Still blinking away and performing my task, but to no avail as no one was around to enjoy it. All I wanted was to have one person, one car, drive up and see my red light and stop for just a moment -- just long enough to watch me do my thing and turn to green: wonderful, splendid green!
So as I sit here, I feel I have forgotten how to write. Writing is surely an art form. Of this I am sure. It is something you must do and do again. You must perfect your own style. As an NBA player shoots free-throw after free-throw, practicing the most unnerving shot in basketball, so a writer must type key after key in conveying what he or she wants said. And I have not been to my gym-keyboard in a long time. And I don't even feel my mind has been very helpful in this as of late. But I have been singing to a different tune since moving home. My thoughts have not been so focused. I have not been stretching myself in this time off. I needed the emotional break. But my mind has taken a sort of vacation as well. Not so welcome. A person needs to be pushed. Our mind needs exercise just like a body. And after having been bedridden for too long, a person is slow in regaining lost muscle movement and strength. The same, I feel, is true for the mind. I have been blessed with a beautiful mind. I say this, not to brag, but as a matter-of-fact in regards to my Master's creation. For I am created. And I am created with a mind made to think and process and solve. But lately it has just wanted to sleep.
Time to WAKE UP!
So as I sit here, I feel I have forgotten how to write. Writing is surely an art form. Of this I am sure. It is something you must do and do again. You must perfect your own style. As an NBA player shoots free-throw after free-throw, practicing the most unnerving shot in basketball, so a writer must type key after key in conveying what he or she wants said. And I have not been to my gym-keyboard in a long time. And I don't even feel my mind has been very helpful in this as of late. But I have been singing to a different tune since moving home. My thoughts have not been so focused. I have not been stretching myself in this time off. I needed the emotional break. But my mind has taken a sort of vacation as well. Not so welcome. A person needs to be pushed. Our mind needs exercise just like a body. And after having been bedridden for too long, a person is slow in regaining lost muscle movement and strength. The same, I feel, is true for the mind. I have been blessed with a beautiful mind. I say this, not to brag, but as a matter-of-fact in regards to my Master's creation. For I am created. And I am created with a mind made to think and process and solve. But lately it has just wanted to sleep.
Time to WAKE UP!
