One of the best gifts I give myself is time to write Monday evenings for the Tuesday Slice of Life. That writing time allows me the opportunity to think about the little moments in my life. Sometimes those moments are big and important. Other times it's a funny moment that made me laugh. Or a celebration, a word, a poem about the ordinary life. I'm still amazed that I have been writing each week for over three years!
Yet, there is another gift . . .
My mom and dad have published my writing. Just this past Christmas, I received volume five of my blog writing. Yes, I have five books filled with my words -- and yours. I usually flip through the book. Smile. Laugh. Remember my stories. Then, in the past, each volume was placed safely on a bookshelf to sit. Where it waited to be opened and read to bring my words to life again.
Yet, this gift was different . . .
After finding a home for all the new gifts, volume five sat patiently on the side table in my living room. Waiting for something different. It didn't quickly join the other volumes on the bookshelf. Each morning I read two devotional books. I decided to add a slice (or two!) of my writing as well. My words dance on the page, tell my stories, bring me tears of laughter and joy.
Yet, there is something more . . .
Your words matter. My words tell my story, but your words, your comments tell me your story and how our lives are connected. Writing can be a quiet, secluded practice, but I am so thankful for your voice and to know that I am not alone on this journey.
Your words connect our stories.
Reading a slice of life overflowing with comments is the perfect way to start the day.
Thanks Mom and Dad!
When was the last time you went back and read your writing?
I suggest you go back for a taste. You won't be disappointed.