Last Night

I was up until about 1:30 am last night organizing life and thoughts.  In fact, I polished off a whole poem, but it came out a little angry even though it's not about anyone in particular.  It makes me wonder whether I 1) had something I had to get off my chest, 2) was just following the theme of a piece I'd already started, or 3) need counseling to deal with whatever pent up non-positivity that seems to be lurking somewhere I haven't fully discovered yet.  I think I'm going to choose to believe #2.  Plus, when I go back and read it, it's kind of good...I think.  Maybe a little more divulgent than I would typically want to be if I were going to share it publicly, but a couple of friends keep telling me that you can tell which of my pieces really reveal something.

God's stretching me through my own writing, which I never thought was possible, but I'm starting to get the feeling that there's a reason for it.  Lately, the theme that keeps running through my head is "planting a seed."  The funny thing is, the only context I grew up hearing that phrase in was church evangelism.  And, in some odd way, maybe just sharing is evangelism.  Nevertheless, our neighbor, Elizabeth, says that when we speak publicly and with purpose, there is someone who needed to hear it.  My pieces are in no way preaching material, but maybe, just maybe someday I'll have an audience somewhere that needs to hear exactly what rolls off my tongue.  So, if you ever really connect with anything I recite, I don't need to hear all about it, but you need to know that those words were meant for you.

On a more entertaining note:  I dreamt Jess was getting married last night, and I had to move again.  Ahh!  Heaven help me if I have to pack all this stuff up again in the next two years.