Naming it

“I’m sorry I wrote you such a long letter. I didn’t have time to write you a short one.” – Blaise Pascal

I'm renaming my blog to be the same as my journals. I'm calling it The Plain Paper Journals. I like writing on plain white paper. Plain white sketchpads. Plain white formate in goodnotes.

And "naming it" seems to be important for me. It helps me know where my freedom is. It helps me know how to look at things.

Why is it so important to name things?

Jesus. That name unlike any other.

Abram got renamed to Abraham when he started walking like the person he was created to be. He faced Resistance and Chaos at every turn and kept walking.

Me? I'm a whimp.

I start walking and hit Resistance and curl up in a ball. Afraid. If just being my best self is going to mean all these walls and wars, then I'll just dream about it. But never really BE it.

But I don't think Papa God is going to let me off the hook that easily. He's speaking to me and I'm listening in stereo mode these days. By that I mean, I'm reading three or four books at present and ALL of them are saying the same thing!

So it's like being in surround sound. Like "maybe you should really pay attention to this! Wake. up."

Steven Pressfield in his book The War of Art, says, "There's a secret that real writers know that wannabe writers don't, and the secret is this: It's not the writing part that's hard. What's hard is sitting down to write. What