In the 6th grade we learned how to write "descriptive writing essays," and I fell in love. We sure learned how to "unpack our adjectives." ;-) I started taking in papers I had written in my free time to have my teacher give me constructive feedback. All I knew at 12 was that it made me happy and that I wanted to get better at it.
Writing was nothing more than the occasional hobby as I grew and enjoyed even less into adulthood as I was busy learning the newness of both wife and momma. It wasn't until about four years ago that writing became something so much more, something I think I recognized about myself at just 12.
Writing thrilled me deep to my core and more importantly, for me became a way of finding truth.
Writing in my journal unearths truths of myself that I wouldn't have gotten to just thinking or talking. Writing in quiet solitude allows my pen to flow on into words on a path undesigned because I let go. I've found that I am my most honest self when I'm bleeding a bit of myself out on paper.
Writing in quiet solitude, my attentions captured only by the simple stroke of my pen, allows my spirit to be quiet too before the Lord and primed to hear Him. He speaks to me there in our Secret Place most because the outside world is not competing for my attention and while I am writing my thoughts are not distracted with what in the world am I going to cook for our dinner guests because I did not go to the store. So I write and He whispers to me of His Truths from His Word and of His heart for me though I desperately don't deserve it.
Writing is also about something bigger than myself. I want women to read my jabberings and feel seen, encouraged, and inspired right where they are in their everyday lives or heartache. We need to know we're not alone and that there is HOPE worth sinking into.
I've grown exceedingly passionate about writing concerning pregnancy loss/miscarriage, honesty in grief, healing, journey, and Hope that is Christ, my Source. My prayer is that my words in this teeny tiny corner of web space might not only reach the hearts of bereaved parents, but also to shine light on truths and lies about miscarriage for those who haven't experienced it but might have the opportunity to provide support to a loved one.
So I write, listen, learn truths, discover, heal more, and share it. It has grown to become an art of honesty for me and a ministry I am so grateful to the Lord for.