Who

In the month of October I will be linking up with other writers on Five Minute Friday for thirty-one days. Each day I will write about one word for five minutes. Here goes…

Who are you? Who am I?

The worst thing I can do to myself is dwell on who I am and how to make myself better. I have found that too much inward thinking makes me morose, and eventually I don’t like myself.

I used to think this way nearly all the time, especially as a young person. Those years I definitely tried to figure myself out, but by God’s grace he has changed my thinking around.

Learning to center on God and who he is has changed me. He makes all things work to my benefit.

He loves to draw us nearer. In the hard things, we want to hide and lick our wounds.  Like these:

Things in our lives that take us to the unknown for a long time.

Things such as chronic illness.

Things such as death of a relationship, or death of a loved one.

Things like mental illness, or drug addiction.

How do we handle this stuff? We can’t on our own. If we think we can, we are kidding ourselves. We learn to bring it to him, and though we may question why, we may never have any answers.

There is such wealth in looking back on our lives. It may bring answers, but who we are is most important.

If we trust Christ, we are in him and he is in us. Who we are is always beautiful, safe, loved, and blessed.

Who is in you is the key.

 

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When

In the month of October I will be linking up with other writers on Five Minute Friday for thirty-one days. Each day I will write about one word for five minutes. Here goes…

When I started writing, I was about fourteen years old. A young man I knew was killed in a car accident. Speeding and alcohol were part of the problem. I didn’t know how to express what it was like to know someone who died young, but I had to do something. What I wrote turned out to be something of free-verse poetry. I wrote some lines one day, and found something good in it. There was something satisfying in putting down my thoughts, and I never stopped.

If you ask anyone who writes if they want to quit, you ask them—when did you feel this way?

The answer could be any day of the week, all the time.  I am always second-guessing myself about why I write. When will I quit? Probably never, but it doesn’t mean that my writing will always be public.

Is it important to hear another voice out there among the millions? I ask myself if it really matters and sometimes it does. Sometimes I want to quit, but tomorrow I will feel differently.

Is there something you do to further God’s kingdom, but often grow weary?

When will you quit?

Don’t think about it today because tomorrow you may think differently.