Sometimes I wonder if I should be a writer. I've received a lot of compliments on the article I wrote for the Indiana Association of Home Educators. My parents just read it and both really liked it. I wonder if they liked it because they have an emotional tie to me or whether it's because it's actually good writing. Several people from church mentioned that they liked it. So did the person who asked me to write it.

I enjoy writing. I love crafting an article or paper that has a point. I love developing the paragraphs and figuring out ways to tie together my main points into one cohesive argument. I love making something that has potential to be mundane and normal into something that is beautiful and artsy.

I also enjoy being able to share what's on my heart with people. I think that's one of the reasons I enjoy blogging so much. I feel so much lighter when I've shared what I'm thinking and feeling with the world.

Today I feel almost mournful. I have no idea why - not really, anyway. Perhaps it's because I only got about four hours of sleep last night. Perhaps because I'm finally beginning to get overwhelmed with all that is new in my life. It has all happened so quickly. I am thankful and I like it, but I think it's catching up with me, regardless. I had such a wonderful morning. I should get some rest, spend some extra time in prayer and in the Word and trust that God is leading and guiding me. How comforting it is to know that we are never beyond the reach of God's hands.