{coasters made by my dear friend Elissa, as a house-warming present}
Excerpts from http://www.aholyexperience.com/2010/11/why-blog-being-an-upside-down-blogger-part-1/ (this is the way I feel some mornings . . . I bet that you do, too)
I lay in the bed a long time.
The legs, the spirit, too heavy to move. The sun’s high already, the sheets warm. I make a point of not looking at my watch or the bedside clock’s hands ticking, vainly trying to nudge me out.
Maybe I can bury myself deep under covers, a bunker, escape today and no one will notice?
I don’t bother moving today because I already know I’ll lose.
I know I can’t get the laundry caught up this week and I know I can’t make deadlines. I know the bedrooms I tidied through last night will be dumped out by nightfall, the sink I left empty last night will be piled high by noon, the floors I washed yesterday will be tracked dirty by supper. I will definitely lose today, tomorrow, all week. I roll over, smother my face in the pillow.
Why do I need your story and why do you need your story?
Because story is a way that the Spirit of God can bind our wounds.
It is in story, we meet the Spirit of God. The reader meets the Spirit of God in the reading of story — the word made flesh in your life. The writer, you, meets the Spirit of God in the writing your story – the word made flesh in your own life.
The Word (God) wastes nothing and He heals two broken hearts with one story – the reader and the writer.
— we need your real, authentic, unmasked stories. And you – you need your messy, real, ugly stories. Because in the hands of the Spirit, story becomes a salve to the skinned souls.
The first person that any words ever heal — is the writer of those words.
I read this last night, and I left it up on my computer so I could read it again this morning. (It is some of what I was pondering . . . what I was writing yesterday . . .)
{mug from Stefanie . . . those hearts . . . :) }
Just reading this - it's how I feel some mornings - not every morning - but some. Having words for it . . . and then turning and looking for the beauty. The bits of sunshine. And sharing them. Because they are words I must share. I would argue that as much as we need the real, unmasked, sometimes messy stories, we need the beauty and the bits of goodness more.
And when we can say, "This morning I felt like staying in bed. But I didn't. I was grateful for the sleep I got, I got out of bed, I'm typing this for me and for you, and then I'm going to go about my day . . . and seek out the sunshine." This is when our words help to heal ourselves and offer hope to another.
{more coasters from Elissa . . . they make me happy :) . . . }
So. I am grateful for the sleep I got, and though I wanted to stay in that warm nest of covers, I'm up, I'm typing this for me and for you, and then I'm going to set my kiddos up with some writing and some numbers and then I'm going to sew. For my girl and for my man. And tomorrow, there will be a post filled with sunshine. Sunshine that is scattered through my home. Sunshine that I am so grateful for, so grateful for I hardly know how to begin to say thank you . . .