There's everything you know and what you've yet to learn. Life's about what you care about and the things you don't. Truth is, hate is closer to love than indifference. I simply expect that you are fascinated by, and care about words.
Can't remember when I wasn't able to write, but that's been me since Christmas. Every reason I had to write from motorcycle trips to family and friend turmoil to my obvious calling into Counseling were also the reasons I couldn't write. I've resolved to write again. I might move further into poetry. I did a reading a few weeks ago and one of the sponsoring writers came up to me after reading and said, "Your stuff is upper tier, world class even." I don't yet know what to do with that information, and I'm not sure what I'll write. But I know what God's put in me to do, writing being one of them.
I'll write when I can really, but I hope to twice a week. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I'll write; about what I've no idea. Maybe I'll write what I've learned from family and friends. We had a horrible storm here not long ago, you would've enjoyed hearing how fast friends dropped what they were doing to help us and others.
I guess we all write about faith in one sort or another. God reveals faith to us in greater and maturing stages throughout life, but we all had all the faith we needed the day we were born. The lot of us, our stories, enlightens others and ourselves to our faith enduring and growing.
Mine's confused me and strengthened me since Christmas. I took my first motorcycle trip through the back roads of rolling Iowa. "May the hills rise up to meet you...", they did. But God parted clouds; it was a day before the trip and it looked like rain. I prayed for no rain, but also told God, "If you make it rain, that'll be ok too," thereby letting God off the "hook." More importantly, I realized that doubt laces most prayers--"but if you don't, it's ok." God parted clouds, not because he felt guilty--but I believe he watched us ride, and while there were other reasons God didn't make it rain where we were, I think he intended to give us dry ground, and he intended to teach me about prayer laced with doubt--a loving "what not to do" lesson from God.
Maybe I'll write about the news or politics or the American people. We'll see I suppose.
I'll figure it out on Thursday, but bet it'll be about some way God prodded me to see him; happens all the time. There are reasons God took me away from here for awhile--those secrets will be told eventually.