Category Archives: Writing

The Little Things

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Life is about the little things. And it’s the little things that make up the big things.

So far my week has been made up of: planning, writing, emailing, designing, thinking, Googling, researching, planning, cleaning, writing, thinking, subscribing to new found blogs, planning, emailing, receiving rejection emails, emailing, planning, + more planning.

In fact, throughout my thinking + planning, I realised what my 2012 goal or vision is:

“Putting pen to paper, and action to dreams.”

Why? Because as much as I adore typing + using loverly technology to note stuff down, there’s something incredibly authentic about picking up a pen + writing on actual paper. Everyone’s writing is different, so they leave a different mark; it’s a beautiful thing.

And why action to dreams? Because I don’t want to be 5-years down the track + only feeling alive when I dream. I want those dreams to become a reality so I can truly live.

It’s the little things that I do today that will become the big things in the future. It’s how I deal with a ‘rejection email’ that will form my appreciation of the successes. It’s what or who I discover today through researching that will create the connections needed to build tomorrow.

And it’s the planning. There’s nothing sadder than getting closer to what you want to do + having it crumble because you didn’t plan it wisely.

Dream it. Write it down. Plan it out. Take a step. Be thankful, always.

‘Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.’ – Vincent van Gogh

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Two Paths

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“Are you a born writer? Were you put on earth to be a painter, a scientist, an apostle of peace? In the end the question can only be answered by action.
Do it or don’t do it. It may help to think of it this way. If you were meant to cure cancer or write a symphony or crack cold fusion and you don’t do it, you not only hurt yourself, even destroy yourself. You hurt your children. You hurt me. You hurt the planet.

You shame the angels who watch over you and you spite the Almighty, who created you and only you with your unique gifts, for the sole purpose of nudging the human race one millimeter farther along its path back to God.

Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. It’s a gift to the world and every being in it. Don’t cheat us of your contribution.

Give us what you’ve got.” 

[From Steven Pressfield’s book, The War Of Art].

Since reading this excerpt a couple of weeks ago, it’s been swirling around in my brain. See, life at the moment for me is kind of at a crossroads and there are literally only two paths I can choose:

Path 1: Putting action to the dream; that one thing that keeps me up at night and gets me excited about the future. But the only problem is that I have no idea what step to take next.

Path 2: Doing something temporarily that will help my present, but not necessarily the future.

Pressfield’s quote really challenged me when thinking about these paths.

Why? Because my one fear in life is leaving this world with the wrong imprint. I don’t want to go through life writing a story that’s not meant to be written by me. And heck, I don’t want to live an insignificant life.

I know what I have to do. Do you?  What’s your contribution going to be in this world? Don’t let us down. We need you.

How He Loves (Song): The Story Is The Power

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Stories could quite possibly be the most powerful weapon when it comes to impacting someone’s life. Not the made up “Once upon a time blah blah blah” jazz, but the stories about a real person.

Artist’s, writers and candlestick makers create from the core of their soul. Sometimes it can be scary, sometimes it can be easy. But when you look, hear or smell their work, you can tell if they’ve put their blood, sweat and tears into it by how deeply it resonates and impacts you.

Take the song How He Loves for example. Upon hearing it nearly five years ago, it impacted me greatly… especially when I discovered what the the song is actually about.

After Jesus Culture and David Crowder Band covered it, it became an anthem in the church and the cry of people’s hearts around the world. Many believed that Jesus Culture wrote it while others thought David Crowder Band did (and some people get waaaaaaay to fired up about who wrote it. Just check YouTube comments). But no, John Mark McMillan humbly wrote it.

And the state of his heart at the time of its inception is what makes the story behind this song so powerful – written as a tribute to his friend Stephen Coffey.

See, Coffey was a youth pastor. One night at a church prayer meeting he prayed: “I’d give my life today if it would shake the youth of the nation.” And that night he died in a car accident.

McMillan didn’t write that song from a joyous heart expressing just how much God loves us; he wrote it while mourning the death of his best friend.

Lines such as: “I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy”; “If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking”; and “So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss” resonated with people’s hearts because it presented images of God’s love in a way that hadn’t necessarily been done or sung about before.

But there’s a last verse to this song that’s only on his original CD. It says:

I thought about you 
/ The day Stephen died
 / And you met me between my breaking
 / I know that I still love you God
 / Despite the agony 
/ See people they want to tell me your cruel 
/ But if Stephen could sing 
/ He’d say its not true 
/ Cause your good

How He Loves has shaken the lives of millions of people around the world…the impact Coffey had prayed that his life would be.

It isn’t just a powerful song because of the brilliant lyrics and images that it evokes of God’s love, or even for the simplicity of its message. It’s a powerful song because of the rawness of the story that birthed it, and the courage McMillan had in letting the world see it.

And that’s what makes something created so powerful – the story. We’re all created beings with a story, are you courageous enough to let people hear it? Your life, your story will change the world.

How He Loves lyrics:

He is jealous for me
 / Loves like a hurricane
 / I am a tree
 / Bending beneath
 / The weight of his wind and mercy
 / When all of a sudden
 / I am unaware of these
 / Afflictions eclipsed by glory
 / And I realize how beautiful you are
 / And how great your afflictions for me



Oh how he loves us so
 / Oh how he loves us
 / How he loves us so /  He loves us
 / Oh how



We are his portion
 / And he is our prize
 / Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes
 / If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking
 / So heaven meats earth like a sloppy wet kiss
 / And my heart burns violently inside of my chest
 / I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
 / When I think about the way


I thought about you
 / The day Stephen died
 / And you met me between my breaking
 / I know that I still love you God
 / Despite the agony
 / See people they want to tell me your cruel
 / But if Stephen could sing
 / He’d say its not true
 / Cause your good

Write & Rip

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“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” – James Michener

Words are important.

Not just the spoken, but also the written.

Have you ever kept a journal and then reread those entries some years later? It’s weird, and can be incredibly embarrassing with loads of: ‘Did I seriously think that?!’ moments.

That’s what happened to me this week. Spring cleaning my room and discovered all of my journals from when I was as little as 10 years old. Some entries included me pouring the core of my heart and soul out, others  were trivial things like: ‘Today I went to the shops…’. Then there were pages ripped out of it.

Why? Because over the years, whenever I wrote something with feelings of frustration or anger embedded in it, I ripped it up into little iddy biddy pieces. I didn’t write those things so I could look back on them, I wrote them to try simply let it out. And when I ripped up the pieces with my feelings in them, the feelings inside of me subsided.

Written words have the power to reflect the true essence of your being back at you.

Written words have the ability to speak to the current generations and generations to come.

Written words leave a bigger imprint than your spoken words because it’s marked down for all to see.

Before you tweet, before you blog, before you update your Facebook status or comment on something, think about it: would I want my future children, and grandchildren to be reading this?

Because chances are, in this day and age with technology, if you wrote it and can’t physically rip it up, they’re probably going to read it at some point.

‘Words once they’re printed have a life of their own.’ – Carol Burnett