I am reading a book about writing and the author suggests writing every day. She says that by practicing writing every day, a writer gets better at writing. It isn’t something that a writer ever stops doing. It is like exercising. The writer needs to keep practicing writing every day so that they can continue to keep getting better at writing. If they stop writing, then they will fall out of practice and their writing will suffer.
I read this idea and found it so interesting because I have combined writing and praying. Praying is also something that a person practices in a way. It is something that I found I need to do daily. It brings me closer to God and nourishes me. When I don’t pray, I miss it and my daily life suffers. Things just don’t feel right without the presence of God in my life.
This metaphor actually can go further. Last night, I had pressure headache pain that had been going on for days. I hadn’t been able to sleep well because I felt like something was slowly crushing my skull. I had this horrible image of a woman who was just in a never-ending nightmare of trying to live, but never really being able to sleep because of a neurological disorder. The situation would go on for years until she eventually died, and her life would be a meaningless series of painful days. After the image passed through my mind, I went to my bed and tried to relax. I know that my days are meaningless. Each day, I practice at life. There’s a meaning to that. I find myself thanking God each day for giving me to opportunity for being able to be alive and to practice being alive. It’s a miracle to experience all the world has to offer each day. I don’t know why I am, but as long as I have God, I know my life has meaning.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
