I am republishing this post from May 17, with a few minor changes, because I think it goes well with Kelly Balarie's #RaRalinkup. This was originally written for those who write, but can be applied to any situation. Even though I don't mention God in the body of this post, I realize that He is the one who gives us strength and is with us always. My hope is that you will be encouraged.
Thursday night I participated in a Write In with an online writing group. (This particular group is no longer in existence) Our second prompt was taken from a quote by Anne Lamott:
“If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days--listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off. You take home all you've taken in, all that you've overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.)”
Prompt : How can you acknowledge and accept the try?
When we go through our days with eyes and ears always open, slowing down to notice the beauty in the ordinary things, we want to think of ways to share that beauty so others will begin to slow down and look at ordinary things differently. In this way not only are our lives enriched , but also the lives of others.
Sometimes our trying is easy to acknowledge, because we are pleased with what we write.
But maybe some days it seems to us there is no beauty. The ordinary seems ugly. We are discouraged and don't want to even think about beauty, much less look for it in the everyday routine. It seems like too much effort to pick up the pen and write even one word, but we try. We might write just one sentence like:
Sometimes our trying is hard to acknowledge, because we have written so little.
Or maybe we do see the beauty. We want to write, but our minds seem to zone out. We write a lot, but nothing sounds right. We read the beautiful words of others and think that since we don't write like they do we may as well give up. Why would anyone want to read our words when someone else does it more eloquently? We start to believe the lies that tell us our words are no good and don't matter at all.
Sometimes our trying is hard to acknowledge, because we compare ourselves with others.
Let's all begin to write whatever we remember from our observations of the day without thinking about what it will sound like. Let's write from our hearts and let the words flow. Let's push back the lies, find our voices and realize that our words do matter. Our stories can help and encourage others. They show us we are not alone. Writing and sharing our stories can be freeing to our spirits and wake us up to the joy of being truly alive.
Let's acknowledge our trying every day, and let's acknowledge each other, too.