Shortly after I finished Seminary I felt this need to write. Not just once in a while, not because there was a deadline, not just because of something that I read and wanted to share my opinion about but I felt this need to write about everything that I was thinking, experiencing and reflecting on the God’s role in our everyday ordinary lives.
It was exciting to get up every day excited about what I would actually put down on paper. Sometime in the middle of the night I would get up and begin writing. While on one family vacation I filled an entire journal of devotions for family members in the Thomas, Dobbins, Shegog, Chaney tribe.There was never an expectation of publishing but a desire to be inspiring to my family. It was a driving passion for my daily journey at that time.

As a result of the burning passion write at that time in my life I have journals, yellow padPDA and Planners and notes better now in folders and notebooks all over my office. As email, projects escalated this joy for writing diminished and even experienced a crash and burn.

For the last few months I’ve been attempting to rekindle that fever and that passion that I had 20 years ago so that I can finish a current writing project. I have gotten up early and starred at my computer. I have read relevant books and even pulled out a couple of the old yellow pads and studied the lines as a possible way to reignite process of thoughts landing on paper. Reading my past journals didn’t help much because my thinking has evolved. (This happens with age). I was about to give up and then it snowed on Tuesday.

I watched children in the sub division playing in the snow. Snowball fights, sledding down the hill, building snow architecture and enjoying each minute of it.  I saw men in my neighborhood eager to show off their new snow blower toys and the more traditional among us out with shovels cleaning the sidewalks and driveways. This excitement and community bonding event was in full effect and faded as the snow began to melt Thursday.

This snow event helped me to realize that my attempt to rekindle my old passion for writing is a futile attempt. My new goal is the find a greater passion and a new excitement about writing. For this season I will get excited about the project that is before me and focus on how God can give me joy in this season before moving to the next season.  I’m not sure where this journey is will leave me but I’m inviting you all to take the journey with me.

Ecclesiastes 3Common English Bible (CEB)

A season for everything

There’s a season for everything
and a time for every matter under the heavens:
    a time for giving birth and a time for dying,
a time for planting and a time for uprooting what was planted,seedling sprout
    a time for killing and a time for healing,
a time for tearing down and a time for building up,
    a time for crying and a time for laughing,
a time for mourning and a time for dancing,
    a time for throwing stones and a time for gathering stones,
a time for embracing and a time for avoiding embraces,
    a time for searching and a time for losing,
a time for keeping and a time for throwing away,
    a time for tearing and a time for repairing,
a time for keeping silent and a time for speaking,
    a time for loving and a time for hating,
a time for war and a time for peace.