Write or Wrong?

As I was driving to Starbucks this morning (where I am currently writing from), I couldn't help but think about how long it had been since I have consistently written anything. My journaling started to lax - to roughly once ever week or two - when I was living on a tour bus for five months, which is legitimate, or so I choose to believe. But since returning to a more stable (less bus-like) lifestyle, my journaling has almost ceased to exist. Aside from about a handful of occasions, I have't picked up a pen (or a laptop) to jot anything down. And this is bad.

It may not be bad for you, but it is most certainly bad for me.

Because writing is how I process.

I don't mean that I don't comprehend anything if I don't write it down, but if I write it down, it is ingrained in my mind; it means I took the time to, not only ponder it, but also figure out where I stand on it, that I grasp it in such a way as to convey it to others.

Writing is how I speak to myself and let myself know that I am not some tangled, uninterpretable mess.

And {most importantly} writing is how God uses me to speak to the world.

(Or the small part of the world that He blesses me with influence in.)

So, when I'm not writing, whether it be prose or song, not only am I hindering my own self-development, I'm disobeying God, and potentially missing out on opportunities to impact those around me.

Gulp.

And that's a big deal.

So, here's to beginning again. Because for me, to not write is completely wrong. And I don't want my laziness, lack of effort, and stupid excuses to get in the way of something God is doing through me. Not that He needs me, but He is graciously allowing me to be part of His ginormous, incredulous plan.