Confession: I have not read a single
book from start to finish in over a year.
Just to give you some background I have read or been read to since the
day I was born. A quarter of a
century. My loss of interest in reading
happened rather suddenly. At
first I thought it was the books; however, as time went on I realized that it
was me. I had lost all interest and
desire to read.
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This was a secret I kept in the dark for a year. Bringing it before God and silently wrestling. Various scenarios of what could be wrong with
me ran through my head. Recently I met a
new friend. She asked what I enjoyed
doing. I said reading. (It is what I have always said... at one time it was true.) This lead to the dreaded “what are you
currently reading?” question. Not being
able to lie I shared my secret… and she laughed.
I froze in shock. She
smiled and shared that perhaps I had entered into a season of going out… and
connecting. Seeing that I wasn’t quite
following she followed with “What happened when you read as a child?” Slowly I started to catch on to what she was
getting at. Reading transported me far
away. We had just talked earlier about
how I desperately needed to figure out community. Is it not amazing the perspective others can
give us!
This has lead me to the decision that I am taking a
sabbatical from books for an undetermined amount of time (I hope to read again
someday!). Instead I am choosing two
things:
- To community (insert scream of terror and yes community is a verb).
- To write (to take some of what is in my head and practice it being OUT).
This being said, you may see me a little more often in this tiny
nook of the web!