Friday, May 24, 2013

Freewrite Fridays {Failure}

I'm feeling a bit blue today. It's been off and on all week. Just a general sense of sadness or weight that I can't seem to shake. Some days are like that. Not just for me. I know the devil might like to say I'm the only one, to shame me, but I know I'm not.

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I'm going to be writing about it in a bit, but I thought that a couple of you (or several maybe) might be able to relate and write with me.

“Writing is not just jotting down ideas. Often we say: ‘I don’t know what to write. I have no thoughts worth writing down.’ But much good writing emerges from the process of writing itself. As we simply sit down in front of a sheet of paper and start to express in words what is on our minds or in our hearts, new ideas emerge, ideas that can surprise us and lead us to inner places we hardly knew were there." -Henri Nouwen   [emphasis mine]

Freewrite for 15 minutes or more about - The shame of failure.

If you like, share it here as a comment or a link to your blog in the comments section below.

"Where could I go in my shame?" - 2 Samuel 13:13

I'm praying today. Turning to Him. Just because I'm not giving you the answer, doesn't mean He doesn't have one. Keep writing, Keep seeking, Keep bending, Dear Ones.

1 comment:

  1. It's like the shame slams me - a bus out of the blue. Unexpected, unwarranted, unsought - and yet unhindered. Goals unmet. Deadlines unaccomplished. Messes uncleaned. Organization unorganized. And it's Romans 7 again today. What I want to do - I don't. What I don't want - it's here and I'm doing it. Surrendering to the tears again in the shower, I don't see why I'm on this spiral again, but at least I know where it's leading me back to - His feet.

    The answer to all of the shame is all of His grace. Grace - always in the gifts and forever THE gift. And #3024. is I'm thankful for the gift of grace as a MEANS by which to receive holiness, victory, and freedom ... and also grace as the END - a gift good enough to be enough.

    Where can I go in my shame? Raped by her own brother, Tamar cries it and screams it and begs for answers. I've noticed that shame's appetite is voracious and before I'm devoured I've got to GO somewhere. Like Tamar, I seek an out, a relief, an exit.

    It's always Jesus. I can always go to His feet and find what I need. Comfort like an embrace. Crying hot tears in the shower, He dries them. And it's not an answer like a solution, but it is a place to go in my shame.

    This room of grace is the destination of my spiral, and I know again why I fall - to end up here in His arms.