Writing Blesses

Writing Blesses.

Few outlets are as therapeutic as getting life happenings on paper.

Oh that I was a typing wiz...

For years my older sister has filled journals with what life is all about from her perspective.

After reading my relatives written words these have come to be so important to me. I long to do likewise, and be a blessing to my posterity by leaving my life's experience from my female 'voice' and point of view.

Realizing this desire, which is strongly haunting, I am still weak in ways that I wish I were not. These 'other authors' inspire me and echo within their own writings to leave something written, so future generations can 'know from whence they came' and feel some kinship.

My mind is prompted, my spirit driven, and still I shrink, "not knowing beforehand the things that I should do".... and like the predecessor's of Nephi, I am slow of skill and have not the fleet fingers of so many others, but experience the "awkwardness of hands".

I hope to not be mocked and worse.  As Ether states, "wherefore, when we write we behold our weakness, and stumble because of the placing of our words; and I fear lest the gentiles shall mock at our words".

Yes, I live with 'gracious' critics. And I am sadly fragile here. Still I am emboldened by these words, "For the things which some men esteem to be of great worth, both to the body and soul, others set at naught and trample under their feet".

Oh well.
I will write...