Why did I ever stop writing? There is freedom and release at the tip of the pen. How easily I forget what is important to chase after those things that will soon fade. Technology wraps me in it’s tight hold and begs to become my all… my savior. It’s ever-growing and takes a constant effort to keep up… but the simple miracle of a pen and paper is an ageless commodity.
Perhaps, I will start again. Rebirth. Rejuvenation.
Take that journal everywhere with you, dear girl… and don’t lose sight of the gift of expression. Your thoughts are a treasure that will come and go as does the summer wind… seize the opportunity to pour out pieces of yourself and fill the pages with wonder. Someday, tomorrow even, you will be someone different. Everyday evokes a change… and you will not remember who you were just 24 hours ago. But… you can capture that person on paper. Speak of inspiration… love… the simple devotion of following the Savior… even the hearts deepest cries. That voice will mature, and the young girl that once was will grow into something new. She will be lost forever if not for the life on paper.
Take that journal everywhere with you, dear girl… and don’t lose sight of the gift of expression. Your thoughts are a treasure that will come and go as does the summer wind… seize the opportunity to pour out pieces of yourself and fill the pages with wonder. Someday, tomorrow even, you will be someone different. Everyday evokes a change… and you will not remember who you were just 24 hours ago. But… you can capture that person on paper. Speak of inspiration… love… the simple devotion of following the Savior… even the hearts deepest cries. That voice will mature, and the young girl that once was will grow into something new. She will be lost forever if not for the life on paper.
1 comment:
I remember reading this and feeling the same... it feels good to write again, but I need to make sure my pencil will only my #2 compared to my Savior who is and was and will be forever the only #1.
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