I keep coming back to the thought: I miss writing.
Not writing for work or ministry — I get to do plenty of that, and I love it.
I miss writing for me.
I don’t even think I care if anyone else reads it. Over and over for the past year, this desire to put my words down on paper (or in this case, a blog) keeps pushing its way to the front of my mind only to be shoved back down by a litany of excuses.
I’m too busy.
I have nothing important to say.
No want wants to hear what I think.
But I’m tired of ignoring that quiet inner voice telling me to do what I love to do. What I’ve always loved to do.
It’s time to find my voice again.