
Captivating Freedom – interesting name right?
It is a title that was dropped into my Spirit about 8 years ago. It was quite unexpected. I had been sitting journaling in the morning, as usual and as I was writing I had this strong sense that I was to write a book about my life. I pondered that for a time and then just let it go, as I had no idea how to write. I had no idea what it would look like. This is to be a book telling the story of my life – how could I possibly make that public and make any sense to the readers. There had to be a reason to put it out there right?
Two days later, again whilst journaling, I wrote the words Captivating Freedom. Randomly in the middle of the page – had nothing at all to do with what I was journaling about. I felt again that this was to be the Title for my book. I immediately Googled to make sure that the title was not already taken and of course it was not.
For days and weeks after, I hid myself away at every possible moment with a pen in my hand and a notebook. I sat and waited for something profound to hit the page – it didn’t. Oh dear. I became a little despondent, I’m not going to lie. I went to have coffee and a chat with a leader in our church at the time and I shared with her that I felt that this was something I was being led to do. This person asked me what the book was to be about. I told her it was going to be my life story. Her statement back to me was “Who on earth, would be interested in reading a story about your life? Perhaps you are best to just stick to writing encouragement notes, you do that really well.”
I decided that clearly, I was wrong, and that writing a story about my life was a bad idea and I so I put it away.
It was interesting over the next few years. I found myself having conversations with people and them commenting that I should write a book. On every occasion I laughed it off. Of course, one of the people who told me categorically that I should write was my psychologist and I didn’t laugh at her. She was so encouraging and urged me to keep going.
I decided once again to pick up my pen and start to do something, but again, I felt frustrated. I just didn’t know how to tell the story. My psychologist was so encouraging and just kept talking to me about it.
One session with her I was really feeling frustrated and she suggested that I write a blog. I decided that would be a fabulous idea. The problem with blogging is, I am not techno at all and so to try to put it all together was again a huge frustration.
You get to a point where you think – if this is what I am meant to do it should not be this hard.
