My whole relationship with God is based on a series of stories about who He is. My life is series of stories, strung together with an overall theme. My day is made up of tiny little stories about baby fingernails and spit bubbles and things which I tell my husband late at night.
The story encapsulates all I could ever dream of saying about my life or the nature of God.
But it's a struggle-- to be honest with yourself and the world around you in writing. I know writers think it's easy (and maybe for them it is) but I struggle. Most often, it's because the truth touches on pain. Even in our greatest joys.
The truth is, the birth of my firstborn made me feel as if God remembered me. That is true.
But even truer is that I felt like this, because when I lost my first pregnancy, I felt as if God had turned his back on me.
Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.- Francis Bacon
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