Here’s the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo’s blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words.
START
LONELY…
Most of the time? Most of the time I don’t know that I belong in this online world of writers.
I’m Cinderella, wanting to be invited to the ball – but even if, how would I manage? I’d stumble over my dress and wouldn’t I run before the clock ever found its way to midnight?
You won’t find me doing dishes or sweeping floors all day. Instead, I’m likely to be found in front of a computer screen, tweeting and slinging words all over this big ‘ol wonderful and terrifying place.
It’s just what I do.
And I love it.
But somedays? Somedays it scares me more than I’d ever care to admit.
These words of mine…what are they, really, in the grand scheme of things?
They feel like mere whispers of breath, one wave after another hitting a beach that’s already more than overflowing with grains of wisdom, dropped off by those who have gone before and laid their hearts bare.
These are my secret wonderings, the doubts that none of this is real. I wonder too often, why my words? What good are they when held up among others? They’re a shrug of the shoulders, a kindhearted glance as you flip through the clothing racks of words put together like poetry.
And the girl who feels unknown, unread, and unsure reads these words from someone who has “made it” in the world of published words.
There are people you will be able to reach with your writing that I will never be able to reach with mine because our journeys, and therefore what we write, are different. Don’t ignore the calling God has given you. Your story is unique. No one else will ever be able to write it. -KM Logan
Breathe, Cinderella. Release.
No one can write my Story because only I have lived it. The words that I worry won’t reach, they are from Him. He stretches farther than I can begin to fathom.
I listen to the voice of the One who hasn’t just “made it” but actually “made it” all.
Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity. {1 Timothy 4:12}
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” {Jeremiah 29:11}
I claim it again. I am a writer. And the one in front of the screen smiles big and wants to put on a skirt and twirl around because the pressure is off and the reminder is present: these words are enough because He is the Author.
He’s never written a bad story.
STOP
