Cleanse

Hemingway is my favorite author. If I could teach a class on his works every day for a year, I would. I am particularly interested in his short stories. But, I am most definitely enamored with the man behind the words. His depression contributed to some of the most brilliant pieces of literature ever written.

He once said: Write hard and clear about what hurts.

And I wish I could respond with, “I feel your pain, Ernest.”

As I journey through this dense forest of life right now, I don’t feel particularly positive. In fact, most days I am completely unsure of over half of the decisions I must make.

I do thank God each day for the many blessings he bestows, especially my forgiveness and eternal life through his Son’s sacrifice. I even praise him now, in and for this rough weather. I know that he is molding me and strengthening me through these trials.

But, as Hemingway knew all too well, writing when the souls hurts makes the pain more bearable. I liken it to cleaning a wound. It can sear with pain, but once it has been tended, it will begin to heal. Covering the injury can cause it to fester. The hurt will last longer, leaving deeper, more pronounced scars.

I have found that writing perpetuates healing to my injured mind and heart. I protect them, but leave them exposed to the possibilities and hope life can bring.

And when the dawn breaks through my window, I can thank God for a new day.