When I write I untangle things. I figure out thoughts and processes. I give myself space to delve into whatever is going on in my head and sometimes, not all the time mind you, but sometimes I do actually in fact figure it out.
I haven’t written for a month. Not on my blog, not in my journal, not anywhere.
I haven’t paused long enough to attempt to figure out all the things.
But, today, with the huge task of moving houses behind me, I’m attempting to pause.
I feel like I’ve been waiting for a long while. Waiting for a change in the wind, a change in my day to day, something, anything.
I’ve been waiting to feel something fresh.
I guess I should add that when I write to untangle something it also feels as if I am writing to talk to God.
Whatever it may be about, whatever I may be dissecting, I am writing so that you, the reader, can be brought into it, see if it hits something in you so that we, together, might figure something out.
But, I am also writing as if God was sitting next to me.
I shared during a worship night last week at my church.
It felt very out of place for me. I told people I was nervous but in reality I just felt sort of like a fraud. And as people came up to talk to me about what it meant to them it very much was impossible to take those words in.
I think part of the reason I haven’t been able to write this month/year is because it feels like God and I aren’t on speaking terms. We’re currently like those friends you have on Facebook that your “see friendship” function just holds a time capsule of “happy birthday!” back and forth with no tagged pictures or hilarious Mean Girl memes on October 3rd.
And when I go to write I am reminded of that.
Each time I’ve gone to write my brain fills with my failures and with to-do lists I haven’t accomplished and newsletters that have yet to be written and curriculum I haven’t planned and “do I have any clean underwear?”.
There is no space in my brain for words.
I’ve been in this place before. Wherein I am incapable of teaching myself. Hear for myself. Cheer for myself.
But, can I tell you something?
Friendships, relationships, sense of self, identity, grow with us.
If I’ve learned anything about myself in the last five years is that I’m going to keep meeting myself. I’m going to keep meeting God however that may look. I’m going to circle back around to things not because I’m a failure but because they are the flip-sides of my strengths. Anxiety in certain situations will pop up- not because I’m weak, but because I have the capability to battle them.
So, long story short, I think I haven’t been writing because I have been scared to say I have nothing to say. That’s what this season feels like. And it feels weird that I essentially just wrote 500 words on why I am not writing, but I think I did this so that you would choose to do whatever thing you aren’t capable of right now.
There is something in you that you put out into the world that means something. Be it running a play group, preaching, writing, singing, leading
– any of it.
There is more to me then what seems like pure inability.
There is more to you as well.
Even if right now, in this moment, it doesn’t feel that way.
I swear, we got this.