Today’s post is Part of a 31 Day writing series where I will choose moments from my life and let them be my writing prompt for the day. There will be days, like today, that are just everyday kind of days and you think of things to write that aren’t quite ready to be let loose and so you sit down to write one thing, but when you start typing your stream of consciousness takes over and you find yourself writing a lot of nothing, but if you read between the lines, it says a whole lot of something. (you can breathe now.)
As a writer there are times when the page is blank and you need inspiration fast. Other times, there is such a whirlwind of scattered thoughts blowing around on the backside of your mind that it is hard to narrow your focus. There are even times that you know what you are supposed to write, but you do everything you can to procrastinate, hoping to be let off the hook. Then, there are the times that you just want to be funny and shoot off a string of clever one-liners and call it a day. But, somehow that doesn’t seem fair to your reader. Especially, if you were really profound, or something the last time they read your words.
And so, you decide to embrace the chaos of the day – the tired, sitting deep in your bones, that demands something be done – and give your readers what you’ve got and hope that it is enough.
Because, after all, Today was just an ordinary day, with a to-do list that shuffled things around, still begging to be checked. Today was just an ordinary day that checked items off another’s list with the promise of more checks tomorrow. Today was a day for realizing that you can’t be all things to all people and still be you.
In those weary moments, thoughts were formulating in your subconscious mind like a parallel universe writing it’s own story. That’s when you realize that the only way for it all to make sense is to give the story to the master storyteller. It’s His story to write, you are just a character that doesn’t even know what comes next.
And that’s okay. Because His grace is enough.
His grace will help you find your sense of place.
Prompted by Grace,
Note: In case you read this post on 10/3/14 and notice that it looks slightly different, it was edited on 10/4/14 because in retrospect I wasn’t happy with how I left it. And the title was changed. th.