deep breath

On a ledge, about to jump, you take a deep breath. It calms your nerves (slightly), steadies your heartbeat (maybe), and gives your body one last chance to claim oxygen before you're choked by whatever's about to happen.

God's been asking me to write. For years he's been asking. I've obeyed...sometimes. Mostly in a secret word document where no one can see judge my navel-gazing, wildly awkward thoughts.

Tonight I heard God's voice and it sounded like my father when his mind is made up and he's getting impatient: "Write it and share it. NOW.". (My father would add a stern "Young Lady" to the end of that phrase; I can tell it was God because he never calls me that.)

Please remind me if I don't write here more often. I mean, God will call me on it (apparently), but I'll probably have fewer negative consequences if you say something before He does. Help a girl out.

Anyway, it's about to get all real up in here. First comes the deep breath, then...