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Twenty Years from Now

It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. I’ve missed blogging. Funny how life gets in our way of doing the things we enjoy most. I’ve been praying a lot, asking God to lead me on my next blogging adventure. Sometimes if we are quiet and patient and wait, the answer will come. Sometimes it is right under our nose, but we don’t recognize it.

Today starts a new journey for me and my faithful followers. I’m calling this season, “Letters to Self”.




February 16, 2021

Dear Self:

I feel like I haven’t been a very productive member of society lately. With this whole Covid thing we don’t get out as much as we used to. I am definitely not the social butterfly that I remember myself being.

I’ve been spending a lot of time writing letters to family and friends. Writing has been my passion for as long as I can remember. Mom thinks it takes up too much time and it is a lot of writing. She’s right, it does and it is, but I enjoy it so much. I started thinking more about it, and wondering how I might be able to use my gift and share things with others, even the people I don’t know.

Having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us let us use them: if prophecy, let us prophesy in proportion to our faith, or ministry let us use it in our ministering, he who teaches, in teaching, he who exhorts, in exhortation, he who gives, with liberality, he who leads, with diligence, he who shows mercy, with cheerfulness. Romans 12:6-8   I have this gift that has been right under my nose all these years.

Every day is a gift and what better way to take the gifts that we are blessed with to bring glory to the Kingdom of God? In the past I’ve not used my gifts wisely. Today is a brand new day. I write this in hopes that you, -myself- will read this twenty years from now and be a different person. I’m being generous with the 20…hopefully it doesn’t take that long to be wiser, smarter, more patient, all the things I struggle with now.

My blog has been on hiatus for quite some time. I have missed my daily musings. As I sat down to start this project I reviewed some of my posts in the past. Some of them are mean, disrespectful, and not very nice at all. I considered removing them. But then I realized that that’s not going to change anything. That is who I was and if I take away the person I was, it’s nothing to show for the person I am or the one I want to be. That is all part of the growing and learning process.  I have to remember where I came from to appreciate where I am now. And where I am now is part of the growing process of where I might be twenty years from now (God willing).

I had a dream the other night. Elvis was in my dream.  He was coming to tell me something. He was the young Elvis before he was overcome with the fame and fortune and drugs and alcohol. I idolized Elvis. I wanted to be just like him. I even danced around and lip synced his songs. I’m not sure what he was going to tell me, but he was there to tell me something. Before he could a train came and I woke up.

A lot of things can be learned from dreams. Joseph had a dream and when he shared it his brothers sold him as a slave. Nebuchadnezza had so many dreams it caused him not to sleep. I know what happened to Daniel when he shared the interpretation of King Nebuchadnezza’s dreams.  I will skip the fire pit, thank you very much.

God gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding. He reveals deep and secret things. He knows what is in the darkness and light dwells with Him. {Daniel 2:21-22}

I don’t know where this project will take me. I am living by faith not by sight. I know that I have a desire for my writing to be my legacy. I want to be remembered for something important. If my musings help one person find their way to Jesus, I’ve fulfilled my desire. In the meantime, I’m a writer, so I will write as long as these little fingers will strike a keyboard. And self, if you get this, twenty years from now, I’d love to hear your response.

Until next time,

your constant and faithful crackerberries

From the Heart

Writing from the Heart

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Let me tell you what I find interesting.  People who want to write, or I what I mean to say is people who “say” they want to write, don’t really write.  They write term papers, book reviews, and they write about topics that they think people want to read.  They write letters to the editor of newspapers or magazines, and mucky-muck their way through the topic at hand.  They write in a politically correct format, so as to not bring any attention to themselves should the topic become controversial.

Is that really writing?  I mean, I could say I wanted to be a muscle car enthusiast, and put my time and effort into the Ford Mustang.  Why?  Because the Ford Mustang is cheaper, and easier to come by than real muscle cars.

When I write, I let the pen scribble wildly in my journal, or let my fingers dance across the keyboard.  Sometimes my brain thinks way faster than I can write or type, and when I go back to review, I find I’ve lost words or stopped mid-sentence in thoughts that drop off where another one picks up.  That’s writing from the heart.  When it comes so fast that the next article or idea is begging to get down on paper.

I wonder if there is a writing from the heart course people could take.  I doubt it.  Oh sure, take a creative writing course that will teach you how to be creative.  Where to get creative ideas from.  How to create a character, etc.  What else do you think it will teach?  It will not teach you how to write from the heart.  That would be like watching Barrett Jackson on television, and telling people you collect muscle cars.

I read something the other day that really moved me.  I can’t exactly remember what it was, because I read so many different articles and pieces on a daily basis, and the truth is, lots of things move me.  That is the kind of writing that comes from the heart.  People write what they like.  They tell themselves a story first.  After that, they saturate it with a real life situation, and add a sprinkle or two of fabrication, then pass the story along to someone else for their enjoyment.

Certainly there are opportunities out there where you can get paid to write something in a format that may not be your way of writing.  That’s up to you to decide.  I recently had a manuscript rejected by a publisher, and I honestly believe it had to do with something they may have read on one of my blogs.  Do you suppose that happens?  I bet it happens all the time.  Does it bother me?   A little bit.  But after growing thick skin, it all comes down to this question:  Am I going to be who I am, and write from the heart, or am I going to change my views to write so it doesn’t offend anyone?

What would you do?