I love reading what other people write. There is something unique about it....an honesty, and openness, and maybe even a flow that might not reveal itself in spoken conversation. I think there is freedom in writing. I will admit that over the last six months, I have felt a little more hindered in my writing....I think because there are so many words and emotions and ups and downs right now that I think it would be overwhelming to write about it. It's safer to write about events and birthdays, which are all good things too. However, I'm aware of how therapeutic it can be to look back over journal entries or blogposts from the past...sometimes I learn from those past writings the lessons I may have forgotten...sometimes it's healing...sometimes I'd rather not remember! My dear neighbor, who has battled metastatic breast cancer for eight years, encouraged me to journal through this cancer journey. I need to start. If not for me, for my kids..or maybe for someone else down the road.
This post, however, is not about my breast cancer roller coaster! It's about writing, and I just want to say how impacted I have been to read the writing of some young people I know (one of which is my daughter!). There are some students I know who are so passionate about their relationship with Jesus Christ and talk/write/sing/blog about it in the most unabashed and sincere way. These kids aren't perfect, nor do they consider themselves superior. They just seem to really understand their need for Jesus, and they're not afraid to say it. I just want to say how proud I am of them, and how it gives me hope to see a younger generation following hard after Christ.
"Let no one look down on your youthfulness, but rather in speech, conduct, love, faith, and purity, show yourself an example of those who believe." 1 Timothy 4:12.