There is something extremely cathartic about writing which is why I even have the audacity to start a blog all about me. I heard a quote once, strangely enough from John-Boy Walton, who was quoting another, and it had something to do with the arrogance of being a writer. For the life of me, I cannot find the quote, but I can identify with it. How very arrogant to believe you have something important enough to say and to invite others to listen and expect them to be interested, and perhaps even devoted. Particularly in this blogging age. Any one with an email account and a tiny bit of computer know-how can create a blog and write about anything they fancy. I've read some truly special blogs and some absolutely ridiculous blogs. And now I run the risk of being one or the other or somewhere in between and I have the arrogance to think some of you just may want to "follow" what I have to say.
But really, I just want to write because it is that wonderful Greek process of "purifying and cleansing" for me. Sometimes there are so many words bumping together in my head that if I just don't get them onto paper I'll implode! So I let them explode into random jots here and there. I have countless notebooks laying around my house for my words. Lists, lines of a would-be song or poem, prayers, fumings, scenes. I fear that one day they will be found by my husband and children and they will discover how eccentric I really am.
Before that can happen, they will probably discover this blog. They will read about my life in crumbs, little pieces here and there, and I might be so arrogant as to say they will cherish these words and find that they knew me better bit by bit. You may find the same.
Not only is writing arrogant, it is also a vulnerability. C.S. Lewis said "To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart is sure to be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to be sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one..."
Allow me to share with you the things I love and give my heart to (in keeping with the Greek, let me assure you that these are a variety of loves: philia, storge, agape, eros):
My husband Josh
My children,
Jesus Christ
My extended family
My church family
Reading
Cooking
Scrapbooking
Home Education
Bible study
Coffee
Peanut Butter
Purple
And, of course, writing. And, because you are reading this, I give my heart to you, knowing you could wring it and hang it out to dry. But I arrogantly take that risk and invite you to discover my life in crumbs.
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