I was just looking for something in an old storage drawer. I found a lot of old pay stubs and some notebooks from college one and two years ago, but I also found my 2006 planner. I didn’t really use it much but it was kind of fun to look back through the several months I did. My birthday was on a Saturday that year and I scratched out the note classes start; it was the first semester I took off. That year wasn’t the best in my life… but I did find something I had scribbled in the notes.

“Fantasy is like an exercise bike for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it does exercise the muscle’s that will.” -Terry Pratchett

I’ve always treasured my imagination, wanting to hold onto it forever. but it is funny how the imagination does start to fade as you get older, and I’ve tired to fight it by writing.

The start of 2006 for me was, shaky. I so desperately wanted to stay home after Christmas break and not return to CSU but I knew I had no choose. I want to say the time was absolutely horrible and yes, times of it were, but then again… I spent my days with God and the only times I was truly with others it was bible study. I talked to God all time, mostly holding back tears and with a lump in my throat but He blessed me with some comfort. Then I started writing with Brittany. February 9th (documented on facebook) I began a story. We wrote a lot, everyday if we could manage, I was happy again something else to think about then where I was. After awhile though I did begin to ask God if it was okay. Okay that I was writing a fantasy book that wasn’t in the shape of Lewis or Tolkien, that was between lost friends. My imagination is natural, in some ways it ties me to my innocents as a child. I love to write, God has shown Himself to me through my writing. He has built these things in me. I remember the night I thought about God and writing fantasy, I was sleeping on the floor in a house in Colorado Springs. It was the navigators girl’s retreat. I thought about how God had made us in His image and then the wonder of His own creation, of the animals and plants and colors. If we were created in God’s imagine then did He in store some of His own imagination and desires to create in us? I don’t think I can answer that, it is definately not listed as one of God’s spiritual gifts in the Bible, so all I have is an idea. But I do know that God saved my life that year. Without the story I can’t even imagine what I would be like today, what the end of CSU would be like, if my imagination would have died.

I have to end now because I am fairly sure I just killed my computer trying to do something else, but the point I wanted to make is about how much I love writing and how I wish I would write more.

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