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Insights
I'm writing
again, which is a good thing. I forget how much I miss it--even
when it drives me completely berzerk because I can't think
of what comes next, or that perfect word that's RIGHT THERE
in my mind but I can't quite remember it. I love writing.
Why? I'm not sure I can explain it.
I see the same
love in my husband (who hates writing and reading) when
he works with wood. There's just something there about getting
a project just right. As for me, I can't hold a hammer without
hurting myself.
The funny thing
is that I think each of us have that special something that
we just love to do. For my oldest daughter, it's art--anything
to do with art. Painting, drawing, cutting/pasting, coloring.
She could lose herself in that stuff. For my five-year-old
daughter, it's music. She sat at the piano the other day
and figured out how to play Jingle Bells one note at a time.
That's loving something so much you are willing to put in
the work to get it just right.
My son is only
two, and already I'm seeing his "loves." Balls
and guitars. It's so wonderful to see his little eyes light
up when he kicks the ball to someone or when he's strumming
even though he has no spoken concept of a downbeat. So,
as I watched these things this month, I had to ask, "Why?"
What is it that makes us drawn to what we love?
The saddest
thing in the world is the person who loves something but
will not pursue it because others have said it's not worthwhile.
I remember the woman who told me that she doesn't read.
Upon further discussion, she told me that she used to love
to read until her mother told her she was wasting her time.
How sad. To trash something that she so loved to do to the
point that she never wanted to do it again.
I read a post
today on a writing loop, written by a fellow author whose
mother had trashed her daughter's ability and love of writing
when she was very young. Talk about killing your spirit!
How can anyone be so callous, so unfeeling?
This month
I've been fascinated with a country singer named Keith Urban.
(I go through these phases.) If you don't know him, he plays
guitar like it's easy. It's not. More than that, while he's
playing and looking like it's the most simple thing in the
world, he sings and dances around like he's having the time
of his life. Why? Because he is. He loves the guitar. He's
made a study of it. He's worked and climbed and practiced
and revised his talent until it's just right. He can do
it like no one else I've ever seen play.
The more I
watched, the more I listened to what others said about him.
Great guitar player. Awesome vocals. The looks. The style.
Able to write as well as play... What they didn't mention
is what I think is really what draws us to the Keith Urbans
of the world... They are doing exactly what they love to
do. They are pursuing the love that God put in their hearts.
I wish more
of us did that and allowed and encouraged those around us
to do as well. I think the world would be a much more wonderful
place to be! I think that will be one of my Angel Resolutions
this year--to find and encourage as many "loves"
as possible. Because the more I look, the more I realize
the world needs far more encouraging words and far fewer
critical ones.
God bless you
all in the New Year! Now, go do something you love to do...
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