This is another attempt at something started on a rainy night this fall.....and now it just happens to be a snowy afternoon....I guess the weather has some sort of effect on my creative brain....I just got done putting together a photo collage for my parents for Christmas (no one really knows about this blog, so this will not ruin a great surprise at this point in time).

I love to write....but I don't normally write expecting that anyone other than myself will read it. I have enjoyed the times, however, when someone has appreciated and benefited from something that I put down in writing. I feel as though I communicate best in writing, although my articulation skills have become more proficient in the last few years....I'm not so afraid to open my mouth and start speaking without fully evaluating the particular order in which the words may spill forth. However, in my writing, something in me becomes more vulnerable....mostly because written words are permanent, not easily forgotten, more readily scrutinized and analyzed. And I am a visual person, so the written word always reaches far deeper than the spoken word in my own life.

I'd like to write somewhat regularly, mostly for my own spiritual discipline, that I might more fully process through what the Lord is teaching me. But since I probably won't tell anyone about this blog, I won't have any accountability except my own personal sense of failure.