Since I was a kid, I’ve always loved the power of words.
Words can transform reality, call the Earth into existence, and color like crayons on a blank page. In the beginning, was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (John 1:1) The power of life + death is in the tongue. (Prov 18:21)
God is the literal WORD.
You can heal a wounded heart or cut off its circulation with your words.
You can paint the most beautiful picture with your words.
How much more powerful can words get?
Although I’ve loved words, it's also been a massive fear of mine to qualify myself as a “writer.” Rehearsing broken dialects of lies like:
“You’re not a writer, girl, you just love to talk”
“It takes a different level of thought + technicality to be a good writer. You’re not smart enough for that.”
Suffering through my years as an undergraduate English major and secretly felt like the most inadequate student in the room. Loving the transforming power of literature, but never feeling qualified to encompass that power myself.
Afraid of my truth.
I realized that maybe it wasn’t writing itself that I was so afraid of. Maybe the pen that has shaken me for so long is the pen that is my voice. Maybe just maybe, I've been fearful of its power.
So, like a compass life has guided me back to my pen. I’ve decided to stop hiding and pick it up again. This time, giving myself permission to draw freely and scribble until I find new volumes of my voice. Gaining new meaning and seeing it as the crayon of my youth. Allowing the joy of Crayola and a blank sheet of paper to guide me into becoming again.
Writing until I figure out what I have to say, exercising the art of using my voice, owning it, and building a community of evolving voices along the ride!
I hope through this journey that you too find your pen! As we approach each blank page of evolution, my prayer is that you discover the powerful voice that God has given you.
Let's grow together, friend!