Stream of consciousness

I took 11,000 words today and whittled them down to 1,200. I know how to wield a red pen! But that’s the beauty of writing. You gush out everything in your head and then you read it again, cutting out the fluff and just leaving those meaty bites that really satisfy. It’s like the difference between eating an entire Hershey Bar or just one perfectly decadent Godiva chocolate truffle. One will take you longer, but the other is pure bliss.

I had this creative writing class in high school, I really enjoyed the class although it was uncomfortable for me at times. We had to get used to the process of stream of consciousness writing. Basically, we had to put the pen to paper and write whatever came to our minds, and I do mean whatever. We couldn’t pick up the pen to think or ponder or even stop ourselves from writing something ridiculously stupid. It was hard at first and I repeated words, even whole sentences. But once I got the hang of it, I was impressed how quickly my mind could work, and how interesting my thoughts were. (Albeit slightly disturbing.)

I do that same thing many times when I’m writing this blog. I don’t know what I want to    talk about so I just start typing and see what happens. Eventually I get around to making some sense, and then I go back and ferociously edit.

On special days, I have something already spilling out of my mind and heart and I sit down and type the entire thing out without stopping, my thoughts coming faster than I can get them down. I feel powerful on those days… granted, they are more infrequent than I’d like.

And all this round-about discussion of writing has brought me to my point, as it always does. And it’s a point I’ve made before…

I love praying in the Spirit… I love praying in tongues. I love praying in my prayer language. Whatever you want to call it, I love it.

I love it when I don’t know what to pray, I love it when I don’t know what to say, I love it when I’m mad and want to rant and rave about something or someone to God. I love it when I have tears flowing more freely than words. I love being able to communicate with God in a stream of consciousness kind of way. My natural mind can check out and my Spirit can get active. It doesn’t matter if I mess up, I’m not getting a grade, I’m just talking to my Father from the depths of my heart.

It works best for me when I get somewhere quiet, preferably alone because I get really aggravated at distractions… it’s a character flaw, I know. Then I close my eyes and I just let the words flow. Sometimes they are soft and sweet, they almost sound like worship. Other times they are loud and forceful and I can tell my spirit is doing serious business. Sometimes I feel the urge to sing a little, yes I realize this sounds strange, but hey, I bet I’m not alone.

The bottom line is, I let my spirit talk to the Lord and then my own words will start to come. I get peace, I get clarity, I get direction, I get answers. And let’s face it, we are all looking for some answers in this crazy life.

Get to praying in the Spirit. If you don’t know how, ask someone who does to show you how to start. I promise, you’ll love it too.

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Slain in the Spirit

You see this girl? Yeah, that was me this morning in the parking lot of the Bethany Free Will Baptist church. Except that I was about half her height, and twice her weight. And I was wearing some ridiculous excuse for shoes made by teeny bopper singer, turned reality star, turned joke, turned designer, Jessica Simpson. Oh here, let me just show you. I may have deserved what I got for trying to dress like I’m 28 instead of 38. But hey, I live on the wild side. Thankfully I had on jeans and not a skirt or the poor little ladies who were assisting the voters would have had a fit. As it was they were fanning themselves furiously after I busted out in tongues and passed the whole thing off like I had just been slain in the Spirit by the sheer joy of exercising my right to vote.