Resetting the compass – Day 7
“I love you lord and I pray all this in your most holy name, Amen.”
My morning pages (all writers know what morning pages are) have turned into my morning prayers the second day I began writing them. This morning I noticed there are 297 entries in my morning pages. I have written my morning pages for 297 days now. In my morning pages I pray for people everyday. If you are one of those I pray for, I have prayed for you for 297 days now and I certainly hope God has moved in your life and changed it for the better.
For those of you who are not writers, let me take a moment to tell you what morning pages are. Morning pages are three pages of uninhibited writing that you do as soon as you wake up. You grab the pen and just go on and on about whatever is in your head. You don’t care about punctuation or grammar because you or no one else is ever going to see your morning pages. You just write them. You never go back and read them. It’s a writer’s way of keeping the creativity flowing. I get up each day, make my tea, sit down and open the notebook on my iPhone and just let the thoughts flow onto the screen before anyone else is awake or before I have a chance to “get busy” with things around the house. It’s so freeing to just talk and not worry about what you are saying.
As I said earlier, by the second day of doing morning pages, it was apparent that they were to God. Morning pages became absolutely free, uninhibited conversation with my God every morning now for 297 days. For 297 days I gave Him my first few minutes. Now, writing on the iPhone – I mentioned that above for a reason – obviously you have the convenience of auto-correct so you can write very fast. I always found long hand on paper for me to be very difficult as I think way faster than I could ever write with a pen, so the advancement in technology greatly improved my writing frequency. Anyway, back to auto-correct. The quote I began this piece with is the sentence that ends my morning pages everyday. Today, for the 297th time, the auto-correct changed the word “love” to “live” and for the 297th time I had to change it, with frustration, back to “love”.
Today it struck me as maybe there was a divine message here and I’d been missing it. (God knows it takes at least 297 times for me to actually assimilate some things He tries to tell me.) If I left it alone, and let the auto-correct do it’s thing, it would say:
“I live you, Lord.”
Hmmmm….. “I live you, Lord.”….is that really such a bad thing?
And so, as another day goes by, the needle moves in yet another direction, and….I have written.
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