I feel like I’m in the middle of my own personal Tale of Two Cities. Only it’s not two cities, it’s the incredibly good and the very difficult. I can’t remember a year I’ve had like this one. On one hand, some amazingly good things have happened. I’ve shared a lot of that with you on this blog. I’ve also shared some of the difficulty. #amwriting #bestworstoftimes
Writing emotional pain is challenging. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote while my latest rejection was fresh and raw. This week, I thought I’d try something different. How would you write about your greatest joy? How would I? Hmmmm. I think I’ll have to think about that. And give it a try.
My greatest joy is knowing Jesus. I won’t get all preachy on you. But when I feel God’s presence like a blanket of love surrounding me, tears come to my eyes. That’s how I first felt Him. I was reading a book and I was actually reading about someone’s experience at giving God their life, when all of a sudden, I started to cry. I knew it was happening to me. I had no grid for this. I was raised in a United Methodist Church, and I had no real teaching about a salvation experience. It was more of a decision, made with the will. I’m writing about emotion. I don’t think I’d ever cried for joy before that. I’d only ever cried when something hurt, but this was different.