“When a man dies, his life is revealed.” — Sirach 12:27
Just kidding. This ends here. Easter. Let’s reflect.
When I write an essay (or anything) for school, I tend to do that for me. It’s about me and my grade and what the professor will think about me and my paper so I can get a good grade and pass. But writing for this blog was significantly different and felt even more important. None of what I did here was for a grade, or because I felt obligated or “had” to do it or else I’d be wasting money and time and disappointing others. This was different because I didn’t make this blog — God gave it to me as a gift to give away.
There were so many instances where I felt I ran out of things to write, where I really believed I had written everything I could possibly write about. I prayed through all these posts completely because I knew if I tried to do this on my own, I would’ve had nothing left after Day 1. But I allowed Him to take my hand and write down what He saw every day. Writing for God is infinitely better than writing for a grade.
I’m still astounded at how God graces even the wrong choices we make. Only someone infinitely Good can bless the darkness. Something is always happening, and I feel like I’m more apt to see it when I look back and see how all the broken pieces of myself fell into place. I never broke — God just rearranged the pieces. It all had a purpose. All it was was learning how to walk again. And sometimes Walking is Hard, but Happiness is Simple. Let Him take that weight off your Shoulders — He’s carried the burden of all our sins already.
Maybe my Creative Writing professor had it right — maybe writer’s block doesn’t exist. There’s an infinite pool of creativity, imagination, and life within us, and the root of all this is Love. We all have our own ways of opening our hearts — this was my start. We all have our crosses, but our gifts have the power to heal. If we share in Jesus’s suffering, we will also share in his resurrection. Some way, somehow, dying and rising are two aspects of the same mystery.
It’s all just so strong; I can’t even look back anymore. “Further up and further in” — it’s all just ever upward. Use your Gift and He will bless everything in your path, even when it’s all pitch black. I promise.
Happy Easter, everyone! Thanks for keeping up.
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