I really enjoyed this post from Emily at Chatting at the Sky wondering aloud why it is hard to call oneself a writer.
This just really was a blessing to me and has helped me to put some of my very heart into words that are tangible.
I am a writer.
There, I said it. And, I believe it.
I have never been one to call myself a writer. I'm not grammatically correct nor really love grammar that much. I'm not a book-caliber writer. But, I do write.
You know what? I can't help writing...if I'm in my quiet place with my Bible and really learning and gleaning - my hand is fairly itching for a pencil and paper or keys to process the thoughts and jot them down. It is just what I do - I process in words that are not spoken as much as they are typed or written down.
And, that makes me a writer. Because this is how God has made me - to write. I love to write words, to write beauty and light through pictures, to write memories. I don't need to be ashamed to call myself a writer (like I think I have been up to this point) because I am not going to be the next Jane Austen or Beth Moore.
I am me. The exact me that God wants me to be and created me to be. He put it in me to write. And, so write I shall. The words that He gives and inspires, the lessons I'm learning. They won't always be written correctly, I cannot promise no typos - but I will write. And, it will bless my Creator who instilled this within. And, it will bless me for the ways it frees my head and heart to get these thoughts out from the swirling vortex of my mind.
I am a writer. Are you?