Five Minute Friday: free write for five minutes on a one-word prompt. No editing, no over-thinking, no analyzing grammar and style. Just writing. Today’s word: purpose.
Setting my timer and starting in 3…2…1…NOW.
It’s quiet around here lately. There are thoughts and feelings and things I want to say, but I sit down to suss it all out and silence. A blinking cursor, waiting for direction. The words don’t come.
Writing is my art. I’m a logophile. I love words and creating with them. I’ve known this from an early age. Even my first grade teacher wrote on my progress reports: she will be a writer one day.
This is my purpose. The written word submitted to the Lordship of Jesus in my life.
I’m struggling in it, though. Occasionally I get paid to write, but mostly it’s just for me. And sometimes, the words just don’t come. What does all that mean for my purpose, then? Am I only living out my purpose if I have an audience? Am I truly fulfilling my purpose if it’s not my full-time vocation? Am I failing when the words don’t come?
Purpose is such a loaded word. Like calling.
These are all the words I have tonight. They just won’t come.