Voice Lessons

Reunion

         Writing is like an old friend that is fondly remembered. At one time it seemed that it was vital to my soul. It defined who I was and as I learned and practiced it, I came to believe that it was the reason I was here. As I wrote, I found out who I was. I amazed myself at the things that seemed to flow straight from my soul to the page, the words written before they had fully formed in my head. I discovered I had a talent for writing. It is my gift from God. My blessing and mission in this life. I knew it with all the surety of my 16 year old heart.

         But life crept up on me. With all the new experiences of adulthood, love, and marriage, I slowly drifted away from that knowledge. Work and children came foremost in my mind. I found other things that inspired me and as I moved forward, I slowly lost my friend. It became a lost dream of my childhood, and receded from my life. And I never even noticed.

         But my old friend has not forgotten me. It has been dormant, waiting by the phone for the day I would finally call. And miraculously it is still there for me. Once again I feel the power of this gift. How could I have ignored it for so long? It has so much to tell me. But this time, I hear it with mature ears. I can recognize the true import and impact the my words can have. And it frightens me. I don't want to admit I have talent for fear of being wrong. But I know in my heart I am right. Because it isn't me that does the writing. I am just the vessel, a way to bring the right words to the people who need to hear them. How I have missed this dear companion. It was the missing piece of myself that I didn't know I had lost. I am on a new path of discovery. I am learning to listen to myself; that I am smart and have insights that must be shared. If it wasn't true, why does it see to complete me and give me back the person I thought never existed but always wanted to become?

         This is my world of words. My workshop of ideas. This is my long awaited reunion with my precious friend and my way forward. I long to meet the potential I feel inside of me. And I pray I will not again forget the purpose of my gifts. I write to understand the world around me. I write to show that God is in all things. But most of all, I write to discover the eternal soul that is robed within this mortal body. She knows who she is and her mission is set. I will find her in these pages and she will lead me home.