it’s time to change (a little)
I created Ruth Ayres Writes as a place to discover, play, and build my writing life. It’s been a fun little space in my life, and I am incredibly thankful for the way there have been consistent readers and encouragers as I’ve shared different pieces of my writing life — professional, fiction, and personal.
Recently, there was a shift in my writing life. I used to write-in the day, usually collecting 1000+ words each morning. Then, last October, my spirit was compelled to take a hard look at where the first of each day was going. Writing in the day wasn’t bad. In fact, I really enjoyed the routine of words in the morning. However, I was nudged to give my first to scripture and prayer. It’s been a life-altering change, but I’m having a hard time finding a new space for my 1000 words. In November and December I cut back, pruning my writing life in order to grow. I wrote in a notebook, but didn’t work on a specific writing project. My fiction WIP remains exactly where it was on October 31.
However, in January I began envisioning a new kind of writing project. It is still in the fuzzy-just-out-of-reach-edges of my brain. I’m not sure exactly what it is. However, I do know my time and energy and thinking space is being channeled in a different direction than before.This means my entries here, in this space created to discover, play, and build will also take on a different direction than before.
It’s time to document my story of faith and family and radical, crazy living.
There are all kinds of doubts in my mind as I consider sharing these things in this space. This doesn’t matter, though, because I’m not writing for acceptance. (I keep telling myself this, but the comments fuel me and give me courage to keep writing “close to the bones,” as Katherine Bomer encourages.)
I’m writing for the Lord.
I’m writing to taste the sweetness of life again and again.
I’m writing to figure it out, or maybe to be okay with not figuring it all out.
I’m writing to realize how big God is and how He orchestrates the tiniest of details.
I’m writing because I’ve been given tremendous blessings and they continue to drench me.
I’m writing because even in the midst of hard there is still good.
I’m writing because I never imagined myself here. I am a mother to four, feeling fiercely protective of my charge. I adopted older children, who have a history without me. I spend my days encouraging people of all ages to write their stories, to learn to research, to use their passions and their words to change the world. I help people realize their stories matter.
It’s time to write this story outside of the covers of my notebooks. I’m not sure what it will look like, but I am sure the next step in my writing process is to share it here. I’m relinquishing my control and will intentionally collect the story of Him in this little corner of the world.
I hope my story inspires you to live yours.
I hope others will be inspired to collect their stories too. As we find meaning in our stories, it is my hope that we will glimpse a powerful and loving God. Documenting our stories allows us to see God’s grace. I want to see and be filled with God’s grace and peace. Can you imagine what would happen if we were all filled with more grace and peace?