And yet I ended up here..

I now have quite a few platforms that I write on:

My World Race blog

TruMinistry

Become Restored

Twitter-tweets.

So there are LOTS of ways that I can get my words out to the internet to the "world".

Sometimes I write and realize that whatever I just wrote has NO business being on the internet.
And sometimes there is stuff that I write just for me.

Today was one of those days of writing just for myself. I have a lot of rambling thoughts going around in my head. I have so many quotations, bible verses, that I want to analyze and attribute to my life.

I have hurts, aches, pains, joys, laughter.

And I write to get all of those out.
To remember them.
To learn from them.

In all of my thoughts, and ramblings today I found myself back on an old blog that I haven't used in awhile. It was a chronicle of some of the most tragic times in my life

BUT
the really funny thing is that there was no feeling to any of it. There was no depth. When I go back and read them, I knew I hurt- but my writing style has so developed of the years that I can't sense my emotion as much in them.

I feel like I have found my writing voice.
And I love that.
The written word is powerful and lovely.

And I want to be apart of it. I want to speak my mind, I want to articulate my thoughts.

I am so grateful for the ability to do so.