“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you”. Marsha Norman. I love this quote. Whether we consider the dreams that happen while we are asleep, or whether we are talking about the dreams that we have about our own (or our loved ones’ lives) we know that the dreams give flavor to our lives.
But as we ponder on dreams realized, dreams discarded, and dreams that recur we realize something. Dreams are also the compass God hard wires into our hearts.
Think about it. when you were a child did you dream about writing a blog? When I was a child they did not exist. Rather, I dreamed about writing books. I dreamed about teaching people how to do things. I played school with the neighborhood kids and my cousins.
One reason I dreamed about writing books was that many of the books I read had a central, or at least important, character that wanted to become a writer. In each instance, the character did become a writer. Did I gravitate to those books because God created me to write? Or did I decide to write because I loved those books? What would my direction have been if I read a lot of books about horses? Would I have set forth to purchase a horse ranch?
I am trying to differentiate between interests, hobbies, and mission. When I was a kid I took ballet lessons. I loved the whole experience of dancing. But I didn’t long to become a professional ballerina. Not the same way I believed I would write and teach. Taking ballet lessons and practicing at home made me very happy. Isn’t this little girl cute? It isn’t me, but she is cute.
But I knew that it (dance) would not be my career. I didn’t fantasize about that. But I did fantasize about writing books.
In my corporate world I wrote procedures manuals and career-path manuals for the people I managed. I wrote training manuals for the people who replaced me. I believed there was value in the written word. I knew that those who needed the information would be able to rely upon what I wrote.
So now we blog. It has a different kind of value. Sometimes the value is elusive or even temporary. But for me, blogging is a way of being expressive. In that respect it is much like my dancing years. It is an outlet. It makes me happy to do it. It makes me a part of a community. But my achievement is far different from many of the blogs I read ~ I do not envision fame or renown from this blog. Yet I am content with that. Believe Anyway is my little way of reaching out; of lending some light for the path. I firmly believe that if someone needs my kind of encouragement they will somehow find their way to this blog. I began blogging for my own sanity. Everything else has been a bonus.
In the past few months, I have discovered something. My writing has (or needs to have) two distinct paths. In sense it has two separate and distinct purposes. I have this blog, which fulfills my expressive and creative side. Remember when I wrote about my drawing? I told you I was great at drawing onions, shells, pumpkins and apples. I told you (without any regrets) that I fell far short of the mark in perspective drawing for things like boxes, draped things, etc. I need that expressiveness. I have the need or mission to encourage and perhaps inspire or comfort. Those are good things. But then there is the other path.
That has been pulling at me; that is what I misinterpreted as being “blocked”. More on that tomorrow! Please come back!