I feel rather lost as a writer. Letting go of my identity as a minister and that weekly rhythm of the sermon has been…harder than I imagined. I’m happy about my decision. And friends tell me I seem happier to have let that go. But it’s as if that calling and my writing were so deeply entwined that I feel I’ve lost them both. I haven’t written anything for the Christian Century lately, though they have asked me to send things. My weekly writing at High Calling Blogs is all I have right now.

I think this is a natural writer’s process. I’ve never been a cerebral writer. That may surprise some people who have seen my writing as being very cerebral. But I write strictly from my gut. I follow dreams and images and mostly don’t know what I’m going to write until I’ve written it. So it seems right to me that such a foundational personal shift is going to upset the bedrock beneath my conscious mind.

I feel myself waiting to see what is going to happen.

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