Daily Prompt; Morton’s Fork/The Daily Post

Today, I am writing for The Daily Post/Daily Prompt. The quest today is:

Writing boxes

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?

This is a difficult position to be in. I love reading blogs as much as I love writing them. Being placed in a corner with my thinking hat on, I am now being forced to choose.

Although, I love making new friends;having new friends, I have to choose writing. The reason being is healing. I am pretty much alone in my home. This causes one of two things. I can either talk to myself and answer my own thoughts, or I can write and heal.

It sill isn’t quite a complete puzzle. The healing comes from writing and the comments made by other friends and bloggers. Could I heal while only writing? While thinking this over, the answer could be yes.

I can use it as an example. If you are so mad at someone, or have been hurt terribly, you can write. After completing the letter, you can go back and read it. You can store it and read it again later. You can save it, and maybe by reading it again, you can heal the mouth that can wound others. I have done this just today. I have placed it in my save box, to read later. I will try to heal thy self without hurting others.

I have another prospect  to also heal without reading others blogger and receiving their comments. What is the answer here? It is tried and true. Speak to God. Let God know your hurts, your desires, your pain. Let him guide you through your words. I guarantee if you let him lead your fingers it will work! When you have written the letter, you can go back and read. You will see God’s answer to your problem. The glory of this is that it is too easy. We are always looking for other ways to heal. We go to friends, co-workers, parents, spouses. The whole time we are running around telling everyone, we could have spotted  the answer, staring us in the face.

So with this challenge being written, I have to say I would continue to write and have God sitting here by my side, guiding my fingers all the way. The sad note added here is, I would miss my friends, who are now a part of my family, terribly.