For Catharsis

Do you ever want to just write for the sake of writing? To feel each key give way as your fingers roll across them?

Maybe I miss the piano a bit much.

Maybe my heart is overflowing inside of me to the point I have no clue what I'm letting out.

Whatever it is, I do know one thing: God is teaching me a lot these days.

So much that I'm begging him to help me remain open, to be the clay molding to the loving, guiding pressure of its Potter.

I don't really know what else I have to share with you. Yet I do know my soul is crying for continual healing.

I can only imagine it started by Him leading me to a bible study I almost thought I would drop out of. Because it isn't purely a mom's group. A young mom's group at that. But because I am sticking with it, I know I am going to learn a lot from it.

God is working.

I'm not quite sure what to share about it just yet, but when I do, if I am, I will let my fingers happily dance across the only keys I have to "make music" with right now.