“I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I would have no incentive or need to write about it. We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.”
My name is Christina and I write to understand. Great poets and authors don’t become great because they have it all together. No, these people write from their hearts and pour onto paper the thoughts in their souls. They are just ordinary people sifting through the novels we call life and trying to make sense of the perplexing vocabulary and intense plot twists. They are making mistakes and failing just as hard as we are. They are making memories, trying to have adventures, just as we are. They write to figure out on paper what they are feeling in their hearts. They write to understand.
I am just an ordinary 17 year old kid trying to make something of my life. Trying to feel my way around the edges in the darkness. Trying to savor each beautiful moment. Above all else I realize that my life is not my own. I realize that my Great God is taking me by the hand and experiencing it all with me, with open arms and healing hands. I am confident that if I give my rambling words and life to my God, He will make all things clear and new and beautiful in his time. He loves to take my stone-like heart and prune it into efflorescence. My writing is my offering to my Creator and I trust that He will take it, shape it, mold it. That in Him I would find the answers to my chaotic life, that in His presence I would experience truth, beauty, and clarity beyond compare.
“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”