Sunday Sentiments

The other day, my friend Sarah (hi, Sarah!) posted on Instagram about cleaning her closets and finding a stash of dairies from her childhood. Her synopsis of the contents (wardrobe, crushes, you name it...) made me giggle because my own stash could easily match hers. To be fair, she's probably WAY classier than I ever was, but still...

Those journals of mine went through quite a few seasons. The teenage entries were all about high school trivialities, and the entries from my twenties were long pieces about the angst of life. But recently? Short snippets that don't even begin to do justice to this season of life.

It's not writer's block. I have words. But when it comes to putting them down on paper or screen, it seems like some mute button takes over my hands and keeps me from preserving the words that fill my mind.

I've had seasons like this before, and I know they pass, so I'm not overly concerned, but it is frustrating. The words pile up in my mind and then have nowhere to spill out. 

Of course, I'm presuming it's not actually possible to have my mind explode from an overabundance of trapped words. I'm also presuming that at some point, whatever is pressing mute will stop and everything will flow freely again. 

You know what I love, though?

I love it that even though words are jumbled in my mind right now and won't flow out into the journal in the way that I know they can, the Lord still knows each one of those words and the thoughts they represent.

Every confusion.

Every dream.

Every excitement.

Every hope.

Every frustration.

Every story.

Every everything.

Whether I ever document it or not, He knows it and cares that it sits in my mind. Of course it would be nice to process the thoughts through journaling. It's how I process best. But in the seasons when the words are stuck, they aren't stuck for Him. I'm really grateful for that. 

I know that not all of you who read here are writers, so maybe this doesn't even make sense to you. But if you feel stuck in your own thoughts, I just want you to know that those thoughts aren't lost to the Lord. And this season really won't last forever. The words will flow again!