Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Ain’t No Such Thing as Writer’s Block

Ain’t no such thing as writer’s block, so stop pretending. There is so much to say, so much to put down on paper—there’s not enough time in a day to get it all down. The page is blank, all you need to do is fill it. Go ahead. Put it down. Pull the thoughts from your head and out of your heart and record them on paper. Or screen.

Consider what you have—all that knowledge, all that wisdom. You have opinions and thoughts. Sound them out. Test them, try them. Compare and contrast with what others have to say—but you can’t do it until you get it down. Sometimes ideas show how good or bad they are once they enter the realm of the objective. You know what I mean. Sure, you can sit there and contemplate all day long, but the moment you sound it out, get it out of your head it, you can often see it for what it is.

All those questions you have—you have questions, right? They are not difficult to ask, but asking good questions sometimes takes practice. Get them down. Put them on paper. Try to write out nothing but questions. After the first couple of dozen you may find a theme. Like sowing seed: nothing grows until you get it in the ground with a little water.

You might be surprised once you start writing with nothing in mind. You might find yourself going on and on and on, not able to stop because suddenly you have so much to say. Nobody has to read it. Write it and delete it. Tear it up. Burn it. But write it first.

What’s important to you?

How do you feel?

What’s on your mind?

Lookie there. Four whole paragraphs and I have nothing to say (but it sure felt good flexing the ol' writing muscle).

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