I have to accept it. It’s real. Making time to write makes
me crazy. As soon as I pull up a word document, something happens. The school
calls, the dog needs outside, a sneezing fit, the other school calls, a crisis
occurs, or I need to go to the bathroom. The issues aren’t original, new or
even fun.
I have to accept that if I am going to write, I’m going to
have to practically part the red sea of my life and just pound it out. Five
minutes at a time, if necessary. That is why I do the Five-Minute Friday writes
as often as I can.
I have to accept that I have a job to do. Tending to my
family is my number one job. Being present for the ones God puts in my path is
my next most important job. Writing is important, but not more than these, so
it takes a back seat.
Accepting my season in life, making peace with the challenges
of the moment, trusting God with the words and the time to write them is
stretching me more than ever before. I have a book in my head and heart just
waiting to bust out of my fingertips. Some day.
