To a person who finds beauty in the formation of language to present ideas or express feeling not writing to the soul is like not breathing to the body.
I started writing in Korea on my first duty station in the United States Army. I began to correspond to family and friends and discovered a natural ease in which the thoughts in my head would transfer to my hand and finally to the page. I found that there was a rhythm and balance to the structure of a sentence. I discovered the joy when ideas and thoughts would flow like rivers each with a personality distinct and decisive and form an expanse of expression.
I took a few classes on creative writing for college but I became frustrated when the content of my expression was often more harshly measured than the method of delivery. I had my ideas and values that very quickly ran counter to others in academia that I met. I once received a failing mark with this notation. "Perfect structure - I hate the way you think". I just could not accept that I was paying good money for this type of feedback, so after that class I never took another.
I write because I write and while that may seem odd to some I think the thought resonates deeply with other writers. We wake up in the middle of the night with aggressively pesky ideas and concepts that can only be sedated by their recording. We believe there is power in the word that is written. We understand that there is a permanency granted upon the act of writing something down. We write more for us than for you so don't be too surprised if we can shrug off your critique and just keep writing away, oblivious to your needs.
I also write to be heard with the arrogance that my ideas are worth hearing even if they are discarded as the inane ramblings of the disturbed and confused. In a way I write to you and for you in the hope that what I write will mean something or offer something you may not have. I would like to have the craft of my writing appreciated but in the end I write for myself and very often that alone is enough to sustain me.
Recently I began to understand that I could offer worship to God in writing. I feel moved to share my insights and experiences and I have committed what talents I have for this to God. What I write is my gift to Him that has given me the ability. It is my mission to reveal the face and affect of God in words. Please God, continue to give me those words.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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