Sunday, August 25, 2013

Les choses dont j’apprendrai à ma fille future de noter la beauté

- le chant des oiseaux – surtout à l’aube
- les nuages qui nous protègent de la chaleur ardente du soleil à un midi d’été
- les arcs-en-ciel
- les couleurs des nuages pendant le coucher du soleil
- le timbre du piano
- le parfum des pages des livres, et des vieux livres
- le rire des enfants
- les yeux pleins de merveille
- les sons de la langue française
- la tranquillité de la nuit
- le son de la pluie sur le toit
- le goût sucré des baies
- le petrichor
- la solidité des arbres
- les couleurs d’automne
- la force des orages
- le son des chœurs des grillons
- les étoiles qui ce suspendent dans une nuit sans nuages
- la senteur du chèvrefeuille
- les lucioles
- la délicatesse des fleurs
- la compassion de Dieu

Friday, August 2, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Story

This post is for Lisa-Jo Baker's Five Minute Friday link-up, where she posts a one-word prompt, and then eager writers ready to throw caution to the wind write for five minutes without overediting or overthinking. It's simple and awesome. This is actually the first time I'm doing it, as I just heard about it about a half-hour ago. For more info, go here. Today's prompt is STORY.

I want my story to be meaningful. I read a book by Donald Miller where he talks about how he realized that the story he was living wasn’t meaningful, so he changed it. He started living more important stories. I want to do that, but I don’t know where to start.

Right now I’m a CSR by day and a who-knows-what by night. As in, I really don’t know. A dreamer, I guess? I want to do something that helps people and that gives me a sense of fulfillment.

I want to write about things that matter. I mean, I have this blog with my creative writing, but I read a lot of blogs where people are digging deep down and really getting their hands dirty, working through messy and beautiful things like grace and forgiveness and reconciliation, like building each other up, and acknowledging and tearing down the hurtful walls we’ve built. A lot of this conversation takes place in the context of the Church, but I’m not necessarily only talking about writing about things that pertain to Church and Christianity.

It takes guts to write about those things, the things that matter. I see people like Suzannah Paul and Registered Runaway opening up their hearts and also opening themselves up to criticism with the powerful pieces they write. It is only recently that I thought about how if I really did start to write about things that matter, I would open myself up to such criticism, too.

But I want to do it. I want to live a better story. God has given me a gift with language and writing, and I want to use it to glorify him. I want to write for him. I want to write to lift up the marginalized. I want to write to point out beauty wherever I see it. I think doing this is part of the story he is writing for me.

Am I ready to take him up on it and pick up his pen?