"Write," they say. Write every day. No matter what, write. Write. Right. Rite. Wright. "Wright"????
When it comes to writing for the blog, I find myself picking and choosing what to write. I end up not writing for a number of reasons. It's not noteworthy. It's not smart enough. It won't change someone's life. It's silly. And really, who really cares what I write about? Who am I writing for?
I have plenty to say; believe you, me. Ask anyone who has had even 3 minutes in conversation with me, I have plenty to say. So why not just write my little heart away?
It's selfishness, really. And conceit. I am self-centered and want my writings to be profound and have incredible meaning. I want credit for talent and gifting. If I actually put my thoughts or words into print, and if they are not completely brilliant, I just might be embarrassed. .....Complete foolishness. Come on, girl!!! Write for yourself... and if there is any meaning in it, count it good. If not, who really cares. There are only three people reading what you write anyway!
So, in that light, I write tonight. As an ER RN, I would like to say that I am no longer surprised by anything or anyone. There are things and situations that would probably shock the majority of mainstream America (those not involved in ER medicine). Truthfully, I can say that I am still shocked by some things. One one hand, I see incredible cruelty in humanity. People can be so inhumane in their interactions with each other. And then again, I see incredible beauty and I am surprised by people in the most profound way. Just when I think I have 'seen it all,' I am surprised by the most thoughtful gesture and absolute generosity.
There is an ER doc that is remarkable. I will not name this person, but will say that there is not one single time that I have seen her act unkind, either toward a patient or a coworker. She is competent, and thoughtful and sooooo incredibly insightful and kind -- toward people that society might choose to marginalize. I am surprised by her. I am delighted by the seeds she plants in the hearts of those that are otherwise completely discarded by society. I am delightful that I am surprised by her loving care.
Who are we as people in this life? Do we contribute toward the success---or downfall of our fellow human beings? Do you even wonder if you matter in the life of others? Are you someone who builds others up and helps plant seeds of growth, or do you knock others down in order to make yourself feel more important?
I want to be the former, not the latter. I want to be a nameless, faceless contributor of love, growth, and success in the lives of others. Lord, help grow me. And help me to grow others.
Write I may. Tonight I have penned some verbiage. Regardless of any noteworthy writing this night, have I made a difference in at least one person's life today? That is something worth writing about....
I can so relate to this! I always felt that I needed to not only have something brilliant to say, but if anyone else had written anything about the same subject and better than I would, why should I write at all? I finally decided, that well, I like to write, and if people like to read it, awesome, and if God wants to use it, then that is His excessive grace. I'm glad you are unblocking the writer:)
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