But I know, you can't serve two masters and you really can't serve God if you serve yourself first.
All my writing reflects me.
All the time spent writing, is mine.
It isn't that writing is good or bad, it is how it is used, is it a witness of a faith life, or is it Pharasitical response to life? "Look at me I have ten kids, I pray, I write about praying. Holy me."
I can't say it's either or neither, I'd say it's both and.
Sometimes writing takes me deeper into the vocation of wife and mother. Sometimes, it strokes my ego. What I don't know, is how to separate the wheat from the chaff in my writing. So I've let them grow up together, and what is good will be harvested, and what is bad, hopefully will not burn up the internet as it is burned.
The biggest issue for me, is the breaking point, the moment when I don't want to serve. It happens on Saturday when there is a mess everywhere and everyone else is playing while I'm cleaning. It happens when I get to the five o'clock witching hour and dinner's not even an idea, it happens when we've done the bed time routine, we've done everything right and still, I'm playing which kid will get out of bed this time? after ten in the evening. When I'm tired, when I feel I've given, when I get to the point that I'm out of wine and they're whining, and I forget the next step.