The process of editing can cause an author to detest her own work. (Yup, speaking from current, personal experience.) Does that mean an author should never be involved in any editing of her work? No, because nobody knows the words of her mind and heart better than she does.
A committed routine of prayer can cause a person of faith to lose desire for religious devotion. Does that mean that a person of faith should never commit to a prayer life? No, because perpetual devotion is the only way to feed and grow her faith. More on that, as well as a reminder for me and other writers out there, in this brief post from December 2013 that has been on my mind of late.
I began this blog to document my spiritual journey, consecrated to the Sacred Heart. Starting with zeal, I find myself already sputtering out and going flat. I had promised to set myself apart for holy use, to give my life to divine purpose. And now… ho-hum, befuddled. I’m just not feeling it. So go all devotions, commitments to creativity and vows of love. Losing the sweetness of the spark, dim dullness creeping in, I am tempted to just wander away aimlessly and grope about for some cheaper thrill. Temptation lives in desert spots. But I will not be moved. I will not lose heart. For I know that this path is the way of great saints, artists, lovers… the path of holiness.
Being human, I am bound to be an earthly creature dependent upon this spinning sphere orbiting its sun. The pattern of my life is the ebb and flow of…
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I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.