It’s Why I Write

Dear writer friends,

Loss.

It’s a great word to ponder today.

I could write a book on this one word. I bet we all could. It might be why we write.

For me, writing is therapy for free.

I write my thoughts, my feelings and questions. I write because my head is so full that it feels like there’s no room to think. I write it all out to get it out of my head and untangled from my heart.

Why do you write?

It is said of comedians that they are funny because being funny and laughing inappropriately is their coping mechanism for all the dysfunction they’ve experienced in life. Underneath the funny is a lot of pain.

I think writers are similar in that we write to make sense of a crazy, messed up world through which we are simply passing through. We are, in my opinion, deep thinkers and even deeper feelers. We see things as they are, but have an imagination that sees beyond to how things should be.

“Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?””
‭‭Mark‬ ‭4‬:‭38‬ ‭NIV‬‬

For faith writers, we’re also writing to find Jesus to be our sanity and peace and comfort in the chaos. We’re looking for Him, through our writing, peacefully asleep in the storm tossed boat and wondering if He’s aware that we’re all but lost. And we write it out until we finally hear Him say, “Peace, be still, and it is finished.”

Is writing a form of therapy for you?

Like David, we write our hearts to Him and in the process we find Him at our writing table. He holds out the bread and the cup. Jesus takes our furiously writing hands, which mirror our racing hearts, in His calm hands, and He whispers, “Take. Eat. Drink. And do this in remembrance of Me.”

Loss is normal in this broken world. My solace, and my sanity, is that my name is carved upon His hands. I will not be a known writer on earth. It doesn’t matter. I write so He can help me sort and throw out thoughts and feelings that are not of Him.

What keeps you writing?

But then. When I finally get home with Jesus, I know that I will be completely known, accepted, and loved. I think He will say, “Well done, sweet girl. I’m proud of you.”

Waiting for me there is an abundance of everything I’ve ever needed, and it will never be taken away. For loss is unknown in heaven.

“Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭20‬-‭21‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Hallelujah!

Eyes on Jesus and Shine… and keep writing your story!

Lisa

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