On Fridays I like to link up with the Gypsy Mama and write a completely unedited version of thoughts that come to my head for 5 minutes. I use one word as my prompt and go for it.
Just 5 minutes. Unedited. Unscripted. Just Me.
When I write I am terribly vulnerable. I expose myself to your opinions of myself, my marriage, and the way I raise my family. You have a window into my spirituality, my home, and my heart. Sometimes after I hit 'publish' I feel like I am standing in the middle of a crowded park on a pedestal just waiting to be criticized.
I don't write for your approval. I like it when you agree with me, but I don't need you too. I write because I can't do anything else. I have words in my head that are pushing their way through my thoughts in a race to make it to the page first. Only a writer can know the feeling once those words make it onto a page. It might be how an artist feels when he sees his painting on the canvas. Or a musician as she plays her song.
I bare it all. I only want to know that I am obedient to the One who made me. The One who gave me the words. If it is not for that, then it is for nothing.