Writing

Last week I did not have the time nor the energy to blog.

Today, although my laptop is unavailable because my charger died, I could have made an excuse not to write.

But, as I have read again Philip Yancey's section on Fred Buechner I am reminded of the importance of writing. Not just the act itself but what it does for me.

I should write. I must write.

There are goals which I have set aside because I thought it was not the right time to pursue them. But now, as I begin another chapter of my life it is appropriate that I return to what I know my soul longs to do and what my hands believe it can do.